Lyrics:
Katy brought my guitar back today
I left it there to play when I'd stay over
And I remember all those nights
Sitting in the fireplace light,
And how
My papa was a hobo when they delivered me
We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee
But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery
sittin' in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people comin' by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play
Go
Moon, I have a Drifting Heart again.
Oh yeah!
Have the Deep Feeling, my head is going Around and around
No one would let me, Oh baby doll, comin?by
passing by they would stop and say
"Oh my what that little country boy could play"
Go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band
The base
of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band
The base
and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
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 or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go
side of town
But I was proud to call
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on
And a beat up old guitar he let me
memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar
Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
night we were sittin' out under the stars
You should've seen her smile when I broke out my guitar
She was like, "Oh my God, this is my song
I've been
a country boy named Johnny be 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 go Johnny go
a country boy named Johnny be 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 go Johnny go
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 go
I'm a kid with a guitar
Trying to play ?, when they ask
Where does your style come from?
I know what you mean
'Cause I learned to sing
Listening
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
(Holiday), my guitar (Wish You Were Here)
My guitar (Stand by me), my guitar (Little James)
My guitar (Wonderwall)
My guitar (to play a song for me)
Oh, Oh,
apartment
She can feel the rhythm as I
Give her my guitar licks
Mmm she never knew I was an artist
I play the instrument well in a dark lit room
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