Sanford Clark - Its nothing to me

T^Aake your drink to the end of t^F#he bar, buddy Le^At her stay there, now don’t be^F# a fool I ^Aas soon have a hot seat in sing s^Ding prison T^Ahan to sit down by h^Eer on that s^Atool

What’s that you^F# say, I guess you’re ri^Eght It’s nothing to ^Dme ^{F# E A}

^ASee that man, she belongs to h^F#im, buddy ^AYou better drink up and go whi^F#le you can ^AI can tell by the way he looks at^D you, buddy ^AThat he sure a quick^E tempered je^Aalous man

What’s that you^F# say, I guess you’re ri^Eght It’s nothing to ^Dme ^{F# E A}

^AThere you are stretch out on ^F#the floor, buddy ^ACan you see what you made him ^F#do? ^AHere they come to take him up to ^Djail buddy ^AAnd tomorrow someone^E will bury y^Aou

^F#Oh well, that’s life, w^Eell, it was It ain’t nothing to ^Dme ^{F# E A}