Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
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There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
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Who never ever learned to read or write so well
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But he'd play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
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Go go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go go, Johnny B. Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
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The engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
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Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
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People passing by they would stop and say
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Oh my that little country boy could play
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Go go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go go, Johnny B. Goode
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His mother told him "Someday you will be a man
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And you will be the leader of a big old band
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Many people coming from miles around
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To hear you play your music when the sun go down
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Maybe someday your name will be in lights
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."
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Go go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go, go Johnny go
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Go go, go go, Johnny B. Goode
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Johnny B. Goode
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| Cliff Richard |
