paroles de chanson Johnny B. Goode - Live In London - Buck Owens

Alright, I tell you today-
Thank you, boy, you just made us feel good all over
It does
Now listen, this is a song that we did today over at the BBC
And the audience there seemed to like it really well
And we would like to do it for you
It′s about a little boy who was learning to play the guitar
And we would like to play it for you
And you to tell us what you think about it
It's called Johnny B. Goode
And goes like this
One, two, three, four...
Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans
Back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never, ever learned to read or write, so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin′ a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go
Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
People coming by they would stop and wave
Oh, my but that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go, go
Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny B. Goode (alright Johnny)
An old bearded man told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play the guitar when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
But Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go
Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode