LeAnn Rimes - Nothing Better To Do Lyrics

Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire
Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge
Just a crazy redneck'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 handywork"
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

Oh, Yeah

Sign read: bait, chips beer and amunition
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Well I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
While them boys we're busy walkin'
Case of point 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 speeding off in Tommy's car

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"
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

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's business but my own

Mama said,"Idle hands are Devil's handywork"
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 nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Yeah

Oh, yeah
Got nothin' better to do, babe
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
Ya got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, no no

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