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 Juniors new wife was a beautiful sight,
Shed get upset when hed stay out all night,
These were hard times, and they led men to hard ways,
She wasnt happy when he drank all day.
Shed say, Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
Its me or the hooch hunny, you gotta choose
Hed say, I love you, but there aint no choice,
I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Hed say I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Freddy was an alcoholic tax agent,
Hed 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.
Hed say, Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
Its me or the hooch sonny, you gotta choose.
Hed say, I love you, but their aint no choice,
I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Hed say, I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Freddy got a tip from Dirty Bill,
Junior was up guarding his papas 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.
Hed say, Turn me loose, or give up the booze.
Its me or the hooch hunny, you gotta choose.
Hed say, I love you, but their aint no choice,
I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Hed say, I cant turn my back on the bottle.
Hed say, I cant turn my back on the bottle. Oh no no no.