"Johnny B. Goode [Live]" Dalszöveg

This song is called Johnny B. Goode!

Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who could never ever learn to read or write so well
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 now

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would watch him down and singing in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
And the people passing by, they'd 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

Go go, go Johnny
Go go, go Johnny
Go go, go Johnny
Go go, go Johnny
Go go, Johnny B. Goode now

Thank you so much!