It's Nothing to Me

Take your dream to the head of the bar buddy
Let her be, now dont be a fool
And he'll soon have a hot seat in sweet, sweet prison
And you'll sit 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 go while you can
I can tell by the way that he looks at you funny
He's sure a quick temper, jealous man

What's that you say
I guess you're right
It's nothing to me

There you are, Stretched out on the floor buddy
Now you see what you made him do
Here they come to take him off to jail buddy
and tomorrow someone will bury you

Oh well thats life
Or it was
It's nothing to me