Текст (слова) песни: Blues Traveler - Johnny B. Goode
Original Performer: Chuck Berry
Way 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 He 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 Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop and say "Oh my, but that little country boy can play"
Go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him someday he would be a man And he would be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear him play his music til the sun go down Maybe someday his name would be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Johnny B. Goode
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