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.