Johnny B. Goode (cover) - Chuck Berry

Deep down in Louisiana close to 
New Orleans, 
Way back up on the woods among 
The evergreens. 
There stood an old cabin made 
Of earth and wood, 
Where lived a country boy named 
Johnny B Goode. 
Who´d never ever learned to read 
Or write so well, 
But he could play 
A guitar just like ringin´ a bell. 

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 gurny sack, 
Go sit beneath the tree by 
The railroad track. 
Old engineers in train sittin´ 
In the shade, 
Strummin´ with the rhythm that 
The drivers made. 
The people passed him by 
They would stop and say, 
Oh my that little country 
Boy could play. 

Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 
Go! Go! Johnny 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 comin´ from 
Miles around, 
To hear you play your music when 
The sun goes down. 
Maybe someday your name 
Will be in lights, 
Sayin´ "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!