Johnny B. Goode - Conway Twitty

Rock and Roll!

Yeah!

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Back up in the woods among the evergreens

Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell

Go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Yeah, Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by, they would stop and say

Oh my but that little country boy can play

Go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Oh, Johnny B. Goode

Go, Johnny B. Goode

Bye bye now

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a rock and roll band

Many people comin' from miles around

To hear you play your guitar when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Sayin' Johnny B. Goode"

Yeah yeah

Go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go!

Go!

Johnny B. Goode

All right