Ain't Nothing to Me Lyrics

Take your drink to the end of the bar buddy.
Come on, now don't be a fool.
I'd rather have the heart to see-it 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.
What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right.
It ain't nothin to me.

There you are stretcthed out on the floor buddy.
Ya see what you made him do.
Their coming to take him to the jail buddy.
And tomorrow they'll come and bury you.
Ah well that's life.
Ah at least it was.
Chorus out.