Testi musica canzoni

Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in the woods amongst the evergreensThere stood an old cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. GoodeThat never ever learned to read and write so wellBut he could play a guitar just like ringing a bellGo go. Go Johnny goJohnny B. GoodeHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackOld engineer sitting in the shadeStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers madeThe people passing by would stop and say'Oh my but how that little country boy could play'Go go. Go Johnny goJohnny B. GoodeHis mother told him some day you will be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music till the sun goes downMaybe someday your name will be in lights, saying'Johnny B. Goode Tonight!'Go go. Go Johnny go!Johnny B. Goodemore