Nothing Better To Do Testo

Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pelahatchie bridge Just a crazy roughnecks 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 back of Sunday service Know them church ladies they heard us Bum smoke money from the offering Mamma said ?Idle hands are Devil's handy work? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sign read bait, chips, beer and ammunition That slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer I hiked my skirt and did the talkin' While them boys were busy walkin' Case of .5 out the back door Hid deep in the Mississippi back woods We danced and played around til' dark I had them wrestling for my first kiss Turned into a fight and they missed Me speeding off in Tommy's car Mamma said ?Idle hands are Devil's handy work? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody hurt, nobody harmed Nobody's business but my own Mamma said ?Idle hands are Devil's handy work? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah