Lyrics It's Nothing to Me - Charley Crockett

It's Nothing to Me

Take your drink to the end of the bar, buddy
Let it stay there, now don’t be a fool
I’d as soon have a hot seat in Sing-Sing Prison
Then to be down by her on that stool
What’s that you say?
I guess you’re right
It’s nothing to me
See that man?
She belongs to him, buddy
Better drink up and leave while you can
I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy
That he’s sure a quick-tempered jealous man
What’s that you say?
I guess you’re right
It’s nothing to me
There you are stretched out on th floor, buddy
Now you see what you made em' do
Her they come to take him off to jail, buddy
And tomorrow someone will bury you