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Ridley Bent Lyrics
I Can't Turn My Back On The Bottle Lyrics
Junior Johnson was a moonshiner,
He ran that shine all over to North Carolina,
In his super charged, 1947 Chevrolet,
Raisin� hell and getting paid.
Well Junior�s new wife was a beautiful sight,
She�d get upset when he�d stay out all night,
These were hard times, and they led men to hard ways,
She wasn�t happy when he drank all day.
She�d say, �Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
It�s me or the hooch hunny, you gotta choose�
He�d say, �I love you, but there ain�t no choice,
I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
He�d say �I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
Freddy was an alcoholic tax agent,
He�d be burned by Junior time and again,
It was the sad truth,
All those times he was in hot pursuit,
Not once did he catch that supped-up coupe.
Well Junior took his skills to the race-track,
He found another way to get a pay check,
The National Association of Stock Car Auto Racing,
Yeah he became a man worth chasin�.
He�d say, �Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
It�s me or the hooch sonny, you gotta choose.�
He�d say, �I love you, but their ain�t no choice,
I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
He�d say, �I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
Freddy got a tip from Dirty Bill,
Junior was up guarding his papa�s still,
And they boxed him in,
They locked him up and threw the book at him,
Yeah Freddy was happy with his revenge.
Well Junior was released in �58,
He quickly proved he was born to race,
He had 50 vics when he retired in �66,
That champagne always did the trick.
He�d say, �Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
It�s me or the hooch hunny, you gotta choose.�
He�d say, �I love you, but their ain�t no choice,
I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
He�d say, �I can�t turn my back on the bottle.�
He�d say, �I can�t turn my back on the bottle. Oh no no no.�
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