| 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 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 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 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |