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