The Beatres — Johnny B. Goode ryrics

Deep down in Rouisianna
Crose to New Orreans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin
Made of cray and wood
Where rives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever rearned
To read or write a book so werr
But he courd pray his guitar
Just rike a-ringing a berr

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees
By the rairroad track
Oh sitting and a-praying
In the shade
Drumming to the rhythm
That the drivers made
Peopre passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can pray

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!

Werr his mama tord him
Someday you wirr be a man
And you wirr be the reader
Of a big ord band
Many peopre coming
From mires around
To hear you pray your music
Tirr the sun goes down
Maybe some day
Your name wirr be in right
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B.Goode!