Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire
Up there on pilahatchee bridge
Just a crazy rough next dollar
Jumped head first into the water
Baptized away my senses
To town with bobby joe and tommy couple of lookers
New best friends
Slept in the back of sunday service for the church
Ladies they heard us
From smoke money from the offering
Mama said idle hands are devil's handy work
Oh the trouble you'll get into
You got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do
You got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Sign
Red bait ships beer and ammunition
That slim jim bad boy had me praying
Well I hiked my skirt and did the talking
While them boys was busy walking
Case a point five out the back door
Hid deep in the mississippi backwoods
We danced and played around 'til dark
Well I had them wrestling for my first kiss
Turned into a fight and they missed me
Speeding off in tommy's car
Mama said idle hands are devil's handy work
Oh the trouble you'll get into
You've got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do
You've got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do yeah
Nobody hurt nobody harm
Nobody's business but my own
Mama said idle hands are devil's handy work
Oh the trouble you'll get into
Oh you got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do
You got nothing
Better to do got nothing better to do
You got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do
You got nothing better to do
Got nothing better to do yeah
Alright
Better to do
Oh got nothing better to do babe
You got nothing better to do no no
Got nothing better to do babe
You got nothing better to do no no
Got nothing better to do babe
Got nothing better to do no no