E                       C#m
Take your drink to the end of the ball, buddy
        E                  C#m
Let her be, now don’t be a fool
  E       A
I assume (?) in prison
        E           C#m         E  
Than to sit down by her on that stool 

Chorus:
E               C#m                 F#m
What’s that you say, I guess you’re right
                E   C#m
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