Standard (EADGBE)
Take your drink to the end of the ball, buddy
Let her be, now dont be a fool
I assume (?) in prison
Than to sit down by her on that stool
Chorus
Whats that you say, I guess youre right
Its 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, thats life, well, it was
It aint nothing to me