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