Ain’t Nothing to Me

Take your drink to the end of the bar buddy
Come on, now don't be a fool
I'd rather have the hot
Seat in Sing-Sing prison
Than to sit down by her, on that stool

What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right
It ain't nothin to me

See that man, she belongs to him buddy

Drink up, and leave while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you buddy
He sure a quick tempered jealous man
Chorus two there you are stretched out
On the floor buddy
Ya see what you made him do
They're coming to take him to the jail buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you
Ah well that's life ah at least it was

What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right
It ain't nothin to me