Johnny B Goode
Johnny B Goode  Исполнитель: The Beatles Альбом: Live at the BBC |
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Код для LiveJournal.com Код для Liveinternet.ru Код для Обсуждалки | Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens. There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood, Where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write a book so well. He could play his guitar just like a-ringing the bell. 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 railroad track. Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade, strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by used to stop and say My, but how that country boy can play 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 Ooh Well, his mama told him, Someday, you would be a man, an’ you would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around to hear you play your music till the sun goes down. Maybe someday, your name will be in lights playing 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 Текст добавил essie |
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