IT'S NOTHIN' TO ME
By Pat Patterson
(Recorded 5 October 1960)
Take your drink to end of the bar, buddy
Let her be, now don't be a fool...
I'd sooner have a hot seat in Sing-Sing, buddy,
than to sit down by her on that stool...
What's that you say?
I guess you're right - it's nothin' to me.
See that man, she belongs to him, buddy.
Let her drink up, and go while you can...
I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy,
He's sure a quick-tempered, jealous man.
What's that you say?
I guess you're right - it's nothin' to me.
There you are, stretched out on the floor, buddy.
Now you see what you made him do?
Here they come to take him off to jail, buddy,
and tomorrow, someone will bury you...
Oh well, that's life - or it was -
It's nothin' to me.
Submitted by Leon Hart
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