Standard (EADGBE)

 Take your drink to the end of the ball, buddy

 Let her be, now don’t be a fool

 I assume (?) in 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