Текст песни Bill Haley & His Comets - Johnny B. Goode

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabing 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 the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
Maybe someday your name'll be in light
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!

His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name'll be in light
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!