Let her be, now don’t be a fool I assume better have a hot seat in st. prison
Than to sit down by her on that stool
Chorus: What’s that you say, I guess you’re right It’s nothing to me
See that man, she belongs to him, buddy You better drink up and go while you can I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy That he sure a quick tempered jealous man
Chorus
There you are stretch out on the floor, buddy Can you see what you made him do? Here they come to take him up to jail buddy And tomorrow someone will bury you Oh well, that’s life, well, it was It ain’t nothing to me