Willkommen bei Carmen Nebel, 17.04.2014<br /><br />LYRICS<br /><br />Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans<br />Way back up in the woods among the evergreens<br />There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood<br />Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode<br />Who never ever learned to read or write so well<br />But he'd play the guitar just like a ringing a bell<br /><br />Go go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go go, Johnny B. Goode<br /><br />He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack<br />Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track<br />The engineerswould see him sitting in the shade<br />Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made<br />People passing by they would stop and say<br />Oh my that little country boy could play<br /><br />Go go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go go, Johnny B. Goode<br /><br />His mother told him "Someday you will be a man<br />And you will be the leader of a big old band<br />Many people coming from miles around<br />To hear you play your music when the sun go down<br />Maybe someday your name will be in lights<br />Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."<br /><br />Go go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go, go Johnny go<br />Go go, go go, Johnny B. Goode
