It's Nothing to Me - Charley Crockett

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