Текст песни Johnny B. Good - Bill Haley

Deep down in 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 could play the guitar just like he's ringin' a
Bell
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go; go, Johnny, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Good
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
When people passed him by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy sure could play
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go; Johnny, go, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Good
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go; go, Johnny, go
Go; Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Good
His mother told him, someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
People come and go from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go; go, go Johnny, go
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go, go; go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Good