01-29-2005, 10:41 PM
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pixie of the wood
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Join Date: Apr 2004
Posts: 10,575
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johnny b goode~chuck berry
Deep down in 'ouisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made o' earth an' wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned ta read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a'ringin a bell.
go go...
go, Johnny, go go...
go go Johnny go go
go go Johnny go go
GO! Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
an sit a'neath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, engineers'd see 'im sittin in the shade,
or strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passin by, they would stop an say
Oh my but dat little country boy could play
go go...
go, Johnny, go go...
go go Johnny go go
go go Johnny go go
GO! Johnny B. Goode
His mother tol' 'im someday you will be a man,
An' you will be the leader of a big ol band.
Many people comin' from miles aroun'
hear you play your music when the sun go down.
Mebbe someday your name'll be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight.
go go go GO!...
go, Johnny, go go...
go go Johnny go go go
go go Johnny go go
GO!
Johnny B. Goode
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