[00:17.500] |
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans, |
[00:20.640] |
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... |
[00:23.510] |
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, |
[00:26.410] |
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... |
[00:29.030] |
He never ever learned to read or write so well, |
[00:31.710] |
he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. |
[00:34.520] |
Go Go |
[00:36.240] |
Go Johnny Go Go |
[00:38.910] |
Go Johnny Go Go Go |
[00:41.870] |
|
[00:44.730] |
Go Johnny Go go |
[00:48.350] |
Johnny B. Goode |
[00:51.660] |
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack |
[00:54.550] |
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. |
[00:57.050] |
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, |
[01:00.130] |
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made. |
[01:03.000] |
People passing by would stop and say |
[01:05.370] |
Oh my that little country boy could play |
[01:08.520] |
Go Go |
[01:10.540] |
Go Johnny Go Go |
[01:13.100] |
Go Johnny Go Go Go |
[01:15.950] |
Go Johnny Go----go~ |
[01:18.820] |
Go Johnny Go Go Go |
[01:22.460] |
Johnny B. Goode |
[01:59.590] |
Go Go |
[02:01.410] |
Go Johnny Go Go |
[02:04.280] |
Go Johnny Go Go Go |
[02:07.020] |
Go Johnny Go----go~ |
[02:09.920] |
Go Johnny Go Go Go |
[02:13.580] |
Johnny B. Goode |
[02:16.810] |
His mama told him someday he would be a man, |
[02:19.790] |
And you would be the leader of a big old band. |
[02:22.640] |
people goes closed miles around |
[02:25.400] |
To listen tu you play to you the sun goes down |
[02:28.140] |
will you Maybe be in lights |
[02:30.770] |
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. |
[02:33.670] |
Go Go |
[02:35.460] |
Go Johnny Go |
[02:38.210] |
Go Go |
[02:41.040] |
Go Johnny Go |
[02:43.890] |
Go Go |
[02:47.580] |
Johnny B. Goode |