I Cant Turn My Back On The Bottle by Ridley Bent 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.”
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.”