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