Conway Twitty - Johnny B. Goode lyrics

Well, down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods, 'neath the evergreens There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a little country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well 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, Johnny, go, go, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made The people pa**in' by, they would stop and say My, how that little country boy can play Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go Well, his mama told him: Someday, you will be a man You will be the leader of a country band The people gonna come from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe, someday, your name will be at lights Sayin': Johnny B Goode tonight Yeah, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go