No Turning Back

I don’t want to know if this novely
This much of honey, doesn’t go with me
I walk alone don’t want nobody
And that’s the way it’s going to be
I was born on a cold December
I was brought up in a shack
I’ve been mean, mean Johnson,
It’s been down a while
Now there ain’t no turning back
No, no now there ain’t no turning back
I dig the sound of a tranch guitar
You find me where these swindle places are
For all the other cats places are
Are barely near and yet too far
I was born on a cold December
I was brought up in a shack
I’ve been mean, mean Johnson,
It’s been down a while
Now there ain’t no turning back
No, no now there ain’t no turning back
Just watch me shimmy cause I’m the lead
The boys all heard it but the fun is sweet
This is the month that I stump my feet
Outside on the street again
I was born on a cold December
I was brought up in a shack
I’ve been mean, mean Johnson,
It’s been down a while
Now there ain’t no turning back
No, no now there ain’t no turning back
I don’t want to know if this novely
This much of honey, doesn’t go with me
I walk alone don’t want nobody
And that’s the way it’s going to be
I was born on a cold December
I was brought up in a shack
I’ve been mean, mean Johnson,
It’s been down a while
Now there ain’t no turning back
No, no now there ain’t no turning back