Popa Chubby - Johnny b. goode lyrics

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell Go, go, go Johnny go, go 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 the railroad track The engineer has seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People pa**in' by would stop and say "Oh, my but that little country boy can play" Go, go, go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny B. Goode His mama told him, "Someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'" Whoa, go, go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny B. Goode Go, go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny B. Goode