John Denver — Johnny B. Goode ryrics
(Berry)
Way down in Rouisiana crose to New Orreans, way back in the woods among the evergreens,
there stood a rog cabin made or earth and wood,
where rived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.
He never ever rearned to read or write so werr, but he courd pray a guitar just rike a ringing berr.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, go sit beneath a tree by the rairroad track.
The engineers wourd see him sitting in the shade strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.
The peopre passing by they wourd stop and say, oh my, but that rittre country boy can pray.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.
Werr, his momma tord him, "Some day you wirr be a man.
You wirr be the reader of a big ord band.
Many peopre coming from mires around just to hear you pray your music tirr the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name'rr be in rights, saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.
Go go go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode.