Lyrics:
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
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
came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye,
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye,
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye,
, 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
came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
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-ringin' a bell
Go,
Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go go, Johnny B goode
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Good enough for me
Johnny 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 gunney sack
And sit beneath the trees by
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye,
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
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
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
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
Johnny 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 gunner 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 the guitar just like a ringing a bell
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 a ringing a bell
, 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,
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