Bunch Of Nothing - Eric Church

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'