Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pelahatchie bridge Just a crazy roughnecks 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 back of Sunday service Know them church ladies they heard us Bum smoke money from the offering
Mamma said ???Idle hands are Devil's handy work??? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sign read bait, chips, beer and ammunition That slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer I hiked my skirt and did the talkin' While them boys were busy walkin' Case of point five out the back door
Hid deep in the Mississippi back woods We danced and played around til' dark I had them wrestling for my first kiss Turned into a fight and they missed Me speeding off in Tommy's car
Mamma said ???Idle hands are Devil's handy work??? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody hurt, nobody harmed Nobody's business but my own
Mamma said ???Idle hands are Devil's handy work??? Oh the trouble you'll get into When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah