Johnny B Goode - 褚海辰

way down 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,
he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go 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 that little country boy could play
go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go go
go johnny go----go~
go johnny go go go
johnny b. goode
go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go go
go johnny go----go~
go johnny go go go
johnny b. goode
his mama told him someday he would be a man,
and you would be the leader of a big old band.
people goes closed miles around
to listen tu you play to you the sun goes down
will you maybe be in lights
saying johnny b. goode tonight.
go go
go johnny go
go go
go johnny go
go go
johnny b. goode