JIMI HENDRIX - Johnny B. Goode (live) lyrics
rate meWay down Louisiana close to New Orleans,<br />
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens<br />
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,<br />
Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode<br />
He never ever learned to read or write so well,<br />
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.<br />
<br />
Go, go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Johnny B. Goode<br />
<br />
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack<br />
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.<br />
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,<br />
Playing to the music that the drivers made.<br />
People passing by they'd stop and say<br />
Oh my that little country boy could play<br />
<br />
Go, go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Johnny B. Goode<br />
<br />
His mama told him “someday you will be a man,<br />
”And you will be the leader of a big old band.<br />
”All kinds a people coming from miles around<br />
”To hear ya play ya guitar 'till the sun go down<br />
”Maybe someday your name will be in lights<br />
”Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.”<br />
<br />
Go, go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Go, Johnny go , go<br />
Johnny B. Goode
