Bunch of Nothing Eric Church

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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