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.