No Turning Back - Imelda May

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