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
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
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

Hey, 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 when you know how to get there
Off you go, hit the road, buzz and a pole, a wing and a prayer, oh boy

Ah, come on Joe

Yeah, I know every hole in the Clinch River
And I know how to find them bass (find them bass, baby)
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?