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 Then to sit down by her on the stool What's that ya say Well I guess you're right It ain't nothing to me Nothing to me [Instrumental] 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 Well I guess you're right It ain't nothing to me Nothing to me [Instrumental] There ya 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, I wished it was It ain't nothing to me Ain't nothing to me (It ain't nothing to me) Ain't nothing to me