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’