Johnny B. Goode
(专辑: Honorary Citizen - 1997)
Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the
woods, on top of a
hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood Where lived a
country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read and a-write so well But he could play his guitar like ringing a
bell, yell Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight He used to carry his guitar in a
gunny sack Sitting in a
tree in the
railroad track Old engineer in the
train sitting in the
shade Strumming with the
rhythm that them drivers made People passing by would stop and say Oh my, oh my, what the
boy can play Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Mama said: Son, you gotta be a
man You gotta be the
leader of a
reggae band People coming in from miles around To hear you play until the
sun goes down Boy, someday, your name will be in the
lights Saying: Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight