Hung my cotton dress
on rusted wire
Up there on
Pilahatchee Bridge
Just a crazy
roughneck's daughter
Jumped head first
into the water
Baptized away my sins
Hitched to town
with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Couple of lookers
New best friends
We slipped in the back
of Sunday service
Know them church ladies
They heard us
Bum smoke money
from the offering
Mama said
Idle hands are
devil's handy work oh
The trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
Yeah eah eah eah
Ah yeah yeah
Sign read
Bait chips
Beer and ammunition
That Slim Jim bag boy
hadn't a prayer
Well I hiked my skirt
and did the talkin'
While them boys
was busy walkin'
Case of .5 out the
back door
Hid deep in the
Mississippi backwoods
We danced and
played around 'til dark
Well I had them
wrestlin' for my first kiss
Turned into a fight
And they missed
me speedin' off
in Tommy's car
Mama said
Idle hands are
devil's handy work oh
The trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
Yeah eah eah eay
Nobody hurt
Nobody harmed
Nobody's business
but my own
Mama said
Idle hands are
devil's handy work oh
The trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
You got-a nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do
Got nothin' better to do
Yeah eah eah aaay
Yeah ee
All right
You got nothin'
better to do babe
You got nothin'
better to do
You got nothin'
better to do babe
Ya got nothin'
better to do no no
Got nothin'
better to do babe
Ya got nothin'
better to do no no
Got nothin'
better to do babe
Ya got nothin'
better to do no no oh