Mark Campbell - Back to the Future - Johnny B. Goode текст песни

Way down to Louisiana down 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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
He could play the guitar just like as ringing a bell.

Go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! 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.
Engineer can see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming to the rhythm that the driver made.
The people passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, that little country boy sure can play

Go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Johnny B. Goode

Go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Johnny B. Goode

When his mama told him, one day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
People gonna come from miles around
To listen to your play till the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Johnny B. Goode

Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go Johnny! Go, go, go!
Go, Johnny, go...