Idle Hands

It could have been any boy
It could have been any girl
But I'm glad it was me
I'm glad it was you
Met a girl from Austin in Dallas
Met a girl I won't soon forget her
Sat down to write her a letter I wrote this song instead
These idle hands They do the Devil's work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
I bet you've got a boy back in Austin baby
But I'm not asking