Testi musica canzoni

Deep down in Louisiana close 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...

Who never ever learned to read or write so well,

But 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 use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

[Well] sit beneath the trees by the railroad
track.

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the
shade,

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passing by they would stop and say

Oh my but 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

[ SOLO ]

His mother told him someday you will be a man,

And you will be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming 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 Johnny Go...

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