Eric Church - Bunch of Nothing lyrics

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 moonshine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lot about
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 goin' 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 moonshine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lot about
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 moonshine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lot about
A lil’ somethin’ somethin’