Nobody's Business But Your Own - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.