Johnny B. Goode Testo

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 named Johnny B. Goode...
who never ever learned to read and write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell.

Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go! Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny go! Go! Johhny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
or sit beneath a tree by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade,
strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The people passing by they would stop and say
Oh my what that little country boy could play

Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny go! Go! Johhny B. Goode

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! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny Go! Go!
Go Johnny go! Go! Johhny B. Goode