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Nothin' Better To DoHung my cotton dress on rusted wireUp there on Pilahatchee BridgeJust a crazy roughneck's daughterJumped head-first into the waterBaptized away my sinsHitched to town with Bobby Jo and TommyCouple of lookers, new best friendsWe slipped in the back of Sunday serviceKnow them church ladies, they heard usBum smoke money from the offeringMama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"Oh, the trouble you'll get intoYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYea yea yea yeaOh, yeahSign read: BAIT, CHIPS BEER and AMMUNITIONThat Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayerWell I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'While them boys were busy walkin'Case of .5 out the back doorHid deep in the Mississippi backwoodsWe danced and played around 'til darkWell I had them wrestlin' for my first kissTurned into a fight and they missedMe speeding off in Tommy's carMama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"Oh, the trouble you'll get intoYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYea yea yea yeaNobody hurt, nobody harmedNobody's busines but my ownMama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handworkOh, the trouble you'll get into!"You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to doyea yea yea yeaOh, yeahGot nothin' better to do, babeGot nothin' better to doYou got nothin' better to do, babeYa got nothin' better to do, no noGot nothin' better to do!Ya got nothin' better to do, no noGot nothin' better to do!You got nothin' better to do, no no!
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