Минусовка «Chuck Berry – Johnny B. Goode 2».

 

Johnny B. Goode
Way down Louisiana down 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,
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 used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
The engineers to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could to play

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