Lyrics:
, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by
lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go,
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna made some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye,
needs kids what they wanted
I'd announce an Elvis Presley song and then instead our own song would we play
I know it was dishonest and to this day by
made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who'd never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play a guitar just
go go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by
go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell
Go go
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 a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
He sit beneath the tree by the railroad
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
Man he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go, go
Go
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go,
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son named johnny be goode
Gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
I said bye, bye, bye, bye
I said
, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sat beneath the tree by
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
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 a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted as the California sun
A red Caddilac having too
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh,
go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by
bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye Johnney, goodebye Johnny B Goode
She remembered taking money in from gathering crops
And buying Johnny?s guitar
eighteen, I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B goode
Got my guitar painted in the California sun
A red Cadillac, having too much fun
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