Johnny B Goode - 任宰范

Deep down in Louisiana

Close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods

Among the evergreens

There stood an log cabin

Made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy

Named Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned

To read or write so well

But he could play a guitar

Just like ringing a bell

Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar

In a gunny sack

And sit beneath the tree

By the railroad track

The engineer could see him

Sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm

That the drivers made

People passing by they

Would stop and say

Oh my how that little

Country boy could play

Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Johnny B Goode

Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Johnny B Goode

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Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Johnny B Goode