LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBunch Of Nothing
Why the long face there Sammy?Why'd you come draggin' in here?Now sit-down boy before you hurt yourselfAnd I'll let you bend my earLove is a bitch, ain't it buddyWhen baby turns the tables on your headI know you came in here to bring back her leavingI'll leave you with this insteadI know every hole in the Clinch RiverAnd I know how to find them bassI know how to tune a six string MartinAnd kick Saturday in the assI know how to make that moon shineI know you want your sunshine backI know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'And a whole bunch of nothing ‘bout thatA whole bunch of nothing ‘bout thatBefore my mind took a vacationI had a situation like you gotThey tell me that I had a good woman gone badBut I can't remember what I forgotNow just kick back and listen up sonI'll help you get to where I amGet you going full throttle, and leanin' on the bottleAnd some bait in a coffee canI know every hole in the Clinch RiverAnd I know how to find them bassI know how to tune a six string MartinAnd kick Saturday in the assI know how to make that moon shineI know you want your sunshine backI know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'And a whole bunch of nothing ‘bout thatA whole bunch of nothing ‘bout thatI know where to go and you know how to get thereOff you go, hit the road buzz and a pole, a wing and a prayerI know every hole in the Clinch RiverAnd I know how to find them bassI know how to tune a six string MartinAnd kick Saturday in the assYeah, I know how to make that moon shineI know you want your sunshine backI know a whole lotta ‘bout a lil' somethin', somethin'
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