Karaoké Nothin' Better To Do LeAnn Rimes

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 nothing 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 talking

While them boys were busy walking

Case of point five out the back door

Hid deep in the

Mississippi backwoods

We danced and played around 'till 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 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

Got nothin' better to do, no no