American Old Time Song Lyrics: 16 Nobodys Business But Your Own
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 16
Nobody's Business but Your Own
Copyright, 1881, by J. W. Pepper.
Oh. I just arrived in town the other evening,
Walked along to drive away the blues;
Went And bought an early daily paper,
Sat down awhile to read the news.
There's folks getting lazy, and a heap going crazy,
A killing folks and breaking up their homes;
If we don t hang the cranks, put an end to their pranks,
Why, it's nobody's business but our own.
A rich man may steal a hundred thousand,
To get out of it he'll ne'er chance to fail;
If a poor man gets hungry and he takes a loaf of bread,
Why, they'll hurry up And put him into jail.
If I was the President of these Urited States,
There's a heap of folks that I would let alone;
I'd keep in my place, stare the world in the face,
Tend to nobody's business but my own.
A man and lady get acquainted,
Both act a little strange about the head;
The next thing you hear about an elopement,
Then the man and the lady are wed.
You ramble out at night, get into a fight,
With your clothes full of mud you reach your home;
If your wife throws you out in the middle of the street,
Why, it's nobody's business but your own.