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