Nobody's Business
Billy he comes knocking at my door every Friday night
He comes alone and I know he doesn't tell his wife
There's smoke signals rising up all over the town
Noses to the dirt like a pack of bloodhounds
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
I hear you whispering all your evil gossip in church
Sitting in your seats like parrots on a crucifix perch
Looking up to heaven with your Bibles in your hands
Praying for the sinner that you think I am
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
When you're talking 'bout me you need to get your stories straight
And if you got something to say you better say it to my face
The rumours that you're spreading are just vicious lies
Not one of you is any good at figuring out arithmetic
You'd rather spend your time shining up your wooden broomsticks
Now Billy's looking more like his daddy than me
Who started serving time when I was seventeen
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
His daddy's coming home, cos' he served his time and he's free
And it's been twenty-four years since they took my baby Billy from me
Well, I don't even know if it's going to work out
But I can tell you one thing, and I have not doubt
That it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
Nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
He comes alone and I know he doesn't tell his wife
There's smoke signals rising up all over the town
Noses to the dirt like a pack of bloodhounds
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
I hear you whispering all your evil gossip in church
Sitting in your seats like parrots on a crucifix perch
Looking up to heaven with your Bibles in your hands
Praying for the sinner that you think I am
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
When you're talking 'bout me you need to get your stories straight
And if you got something to say you better say it to my face
The rumours that you're spreading are just vicious lies
Not one of you is any good at figuring out arithmetic
You'd rather spend your time shining up your wooden broomsticks
Now Billy's looking more like his daddy than me
Who started serving time when I was seventeen
But it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
His daddy's coming home, cos' he served his time and he's free
And it's been twenty-four years since they took my baby Billy from me
Well, I don't even know if it's going to work out
But I can tell you one thing, and I have not doubt
That it's nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
Nobody's business, nobody's business but mine
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