Lyrics:
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Johnny, be smart (Johnny, Johnny)
Don't give her your heart (Johnny, Johnny)
She'll take it and break it in two
Johnny, be wise (Johnny, Johnny
It's Johnny's birthday
It's Johnny's birthday
And we would like to wish him all the very best
It's Johnny's birthday
It's Johnny's birthday
Away, away, away rolled the rebel Johnny Yuma
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
And Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone
You fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb
You fought all the way Johnny Reb
Saw you a marchin' with Robert E Lee
You held your head high
Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny
How you can love!
Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny
Heavens above!
You make my sad heart jump with joy
And when you're near I just
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
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
(Away away way he rode the Rebel Johnny Yuma)
Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
(Away away way he rode the Rebel Johnny Yuma)
Johnny Yuma was the rebel he
Roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
He
Away, away, away rolled the rebel Johnny Yuma
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
And Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone.
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell
Said go, go Johnny
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-ringin' a bell
Go,
a country boy named Johnny B. Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go,
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He 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's in America
Low techs at the wheel
No-one needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm
somehow maybe
We could find a way out baby"
And he laughed and said "I got to go"
And she cried "No" johnny Johnny no
Oh Johnny Johnny no
His arms were
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
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
And said, "Go, go
Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny
Maybe you're cold, but you're so warm inside
I was always a fool for my Johnny
For the one they call,
Let's go (Johnny, you do it)
Johnny do it, do it
Johnny do it, do it
Johnny do it
Johnny do it
Johnny do it
Johnny do it
Do it, Johnny do it
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the west
And Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone.
He got fightin' mad
This rebel lad
He packed
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