It’s Nothing to Me

Take your drink to the end of the bar, buddy
Let her stay there, now don't be a fool
I'd as soon have a hot seat in Sing-Sing Prison
That to sit down by her on that stool

What's that you say
I guess you're right
It's nothing to me

See that man? She belongs to him, buddy
Better drink up and go while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy
That he's sure a quick-tempered jealous man

What's that you say
I guess you're right
It's nothing to me

There you are stretched out on the floor, buddy
Now you see what you made me do
Here they come to take me off to jail, buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you

What's that you said
Guess you were right
It's nothing to me