Минусовка «Chuck Berry – Johnny B.Goode 8».

 

Deep down Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in 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 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 used to carry his guitar in gunnysack
Go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
All engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
Well 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
проигр.

His mother told him someday, you will be a man
And you would be the leader of a big old band
Many people come 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 go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go, Johnny B. Goode