by Porter Grainger and Everett Robbins
There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say,
Some folks will criticize me.
So I'm gonna do just what I want to anyway,
And don't care if you all despise me.
If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean,
It ain't nobody's business if I do.
If I go to church on Sunday
And I shimmy down on Monday,
It ain't nobody's business if I do.
And if my friend ain't got no money
And I say, "All right, take all of mine honey,"
It ain't nobody's business if I do.
If I lend her my last nickel
And it leaves me in a pickle,
It ain't nobody's business if I do.
I would rather my gal would hit me
Than to haul right up and quit me.
It ain't nobody's business if I do.
I know that she won't call no copper
If she gets beat up by her poppa.
It ain't nobody's business if I do, Lord no.
Well, it ain't nobody's business if I do.
