Lyrics Bunch Of Nothing - Eric Church

Bunch Of Nothing

Why the long face there Sammy?
Why’d you come draggin' in here?
Now sit-down boy before you hurt yourself
And I’ll let you bend my ear
Love is a bitch, ain’t it buddy
When baby turns the tables on your head
I know you came in here to bring back her leaving
I’ll leave you with this instead
I know every hole in the Clinch River
And I know how to find them bass
I know how to tune a six string Martin
And kick Saturday in the ass
I know how to make that moon shine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'
And a whole bunch of nothing ‘bout that
A whole bunch of nothing ‘bout that
Before my mind took a vacation
I had a situation like you got
They tell me that I had a good woman gone bad
But I can’t remember what I forgot
Now just kick back and listen up son
I’ll help you get to where I am
Get you going full throttle, and leanin' on the bottle
And some bait in a coffee can
I know every hole in the Clinch River
And I know how to find them bass
I know how to tune a six string Martin
And kick Saturday in the ass
I know how to make that moon shine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'
And a whole bunch of nothing ‘bout that
A whole bunch of nothing ‘bout that
I know where to go and you know how to get there
Off you go, hit the road buzz and a pole, a wing and a prayer
I know every hole in the Clinch River
And I know how to find them bass
I know how to tune a six string Martin
And kick Saturday in the ass
Yeah, I know how to make that moon shine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'