Johnny B. Goode (Rock 'n Roll Rarities Version)

Yeah, yeah Uh-uh You were making roll over beats too Van Pier, on the piano that time Stay away from that And the solo, he was making roll over beat too Stay away from that one (who you talking to?) (Johnny B. Goode, take three) uh Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a 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 a ringing a bell 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 beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, but that little country boy could play Go, go Go, Johnny go! Go Go, Johnny go! Go Go, Johnny go! Go Go! Johnny B. Goode His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big ol' 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 lights Saying, Johnny B. Goode tonight" Go, go Go, Johnny go! Go Go, go, Johnny go! Go Go, go, Johnny go! Go Go, go, Johnny go! Go! Johnny B. Goode (It's alright)