It's Nothing to Me

Take your drink to the end of the bar, buddy
Better stay there, now don't be a fool
Well I'd rather have a hot seat in Sing Sing Prison
Than to sit down beside 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 ya are stretched out on the floor, buddy
Well ya see what you've made him do
Now they've come to take him away. buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you

Oh well, that's life
Or it was
It's nothing to me



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Johnson
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