Letras de Johnny B. Goode

Alright, folks
Here′s the one it's all about

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the pines among the evergreens
There is an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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 would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin′ by stop and say
"Oh my, what 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 papa told him, "Someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin′ from all miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Singin' "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

Ah, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Whoa, Johnny B. Goode