domingo, 13 de julio de 2008

Johnny B. Good

Deep down 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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could 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 someday you would be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights "Saying 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



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