Bunch of Nothing Songtext
von Eric Church
Bunch of Nothing Songtext
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'
And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that
A whole bunch of nothing ′bout that
Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby
A whole bunch of nothing ′bout that
Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby
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'
And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that
A whole bunch of nothing ′bout that
Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby
A whole bunch of nothing ′bout that
Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby
Why the long face there Sammy?
Writer(s): Jeff Hyde, Eric Church Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com