Hung my cotton dress on rusted wirenUp there on Pilahatchee BridgenJust a crazy roughneck's daughternJumped head-first into the waternBaptized away my sinsnnHitched to town with Bobby Jo and TommynCouple of lookers, new best friendsnWe slipped in the back of Sunday servicenKnow them church ladies, they heard usnBum smoke money from the offeringnnMama said, Idle hands are Devil's handy worknOh, the trouble you'll get intonYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYea yea yea yeannOh, yeahnnSign read: bait, chips beer and ammunitionnThat Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayernWell I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'nWhile them boys were busy walkin'nCase of .5 out the back doornnHid deep in the Mississippi backwoodsnWe danced and played around 'til darknWell I had them wrestlin' for my first kissnTurned into a fight and they missednMe speeding off in Tommy's carnnMama said, Idle hands are Devil's handy worknOh, the trouble you'll get intonYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYea yea yea yeannNobody hurt, nobody harmednNobody's busines but my ownnnMama said, Idle hands are Devil's handworknOh, the trouble you'll get into!nYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to donYea yea yea yeannOh, yeahnGot nothin' better to do, babenGot nothin' better to donYou got nothin' better to do, babenYa got nothin' better to do, no nonGot nothin' better to do!nYa got nothin' better to do, no nonGot nothin' better to do!nYou got nothin' better to do, no no!