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Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,Way back up in the woods among the evergreensLivin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. GoodeHe never ever learned to read or write so well,But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.Go, goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goJohnny B. GoodeHe use to carry his guitar in a gunny sackAnd sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,Playing to the music that the drivers made.People passing by they'd stop and sayOh my that little country boy could playGo, goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goSongtexteJohnny B. GoodeHis mama told him ?someday you will be a man,And you will be the leader of a big old band.All kinds a people coming from miles aroundTo hear ya play ya guitar 'till the sun go downMaybe someday your name will be in lightsSaying Johnny B. Goode tonight.Go, goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goGo, Johnny go , goJohnny B. Goode Aus Songtexte Mania