Johnny B. Goode

Johnny B. Goode - Cliff Richard

Deep 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

Named Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned to

Read or write so well

But he'd play the guitar

Just like a ringing a bell

Go go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

The engineerswould see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing 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 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 coming from miles around

To hear you play your music

When the sun go down

Maybe someday your name

Will be in lights

Saying Johnny B Goode tonight "

Go go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go go go Johnny B Goode