Leann Rimes - Nothin' Better To Do lyrics

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 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

Yea yea yea yea

Oh, 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 were 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 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

Yea yea yea yea

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed

Nobody's busines 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

Yea yea yea yea

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!