JOHNNY B. GOODE Chuck Berry 1958 Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin a bell Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sittin in the shade Strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they would stop and say Oh my, but that little country boy can play Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny, go Go, Johnny B. Goode His mother told him, some day you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin from miles around To hear you play your music till the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Sayin Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, Johnny B. Goode * youtu.be/6ROwVrF0Ceg
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 16:27:35 +0000
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