Lyrics:
to the bottom but she's headed for the top.
She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash,
With a pink guitar.
No, she didn't go
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he
Where you been Johnny?
What you been doin'?
I'm just fiddlin' round
I played this guitar till my folks were sick of it
They won't never get
Laughin' Boy, guitar Johnny's playing the blues so low.
Laughin' Boy, don't it make you want to cry?
You know, I can't imagine you were the magic
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But
Well she drew out all her money from the southern trust
And put her little boy on the greyhound bus
Leaving memphis with a guitar in his hand
With
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.
on a dollar and boys heaven only knows
Robert Johnson left her records and Johnny taught her slide guitar
And Bobby left her records, Johnny Hammond taught
of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like
a country boy name
Of Johnny B goode
He never ever learned to read
Or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Like ringing a bell
Go Go go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny plays guitar he knows three chords
Johnny plays with himself when he likes it
Johnny's a rocker he likes punk rock
Johnny's a cadet in
and listen by the hour
Marty & Johnny: When Maybelle plays the Wildwood Flower
Johnny: As the Carter's began to sing, she would make her guitar ring
Johnny come lately on a Saturday night
Singin' how-de-do
Backstreet boogie in the house of delight
Where they steal the show
The money come sour
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 come lately on a Saturday night
Singin' how-de-do
Backstreet boogie in the house of delight
Where they steal the show
The money come sour
Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love
Guitar, drums, load up, stun!
Ah ah
Ooh ooh
Jet Black, Johnny be, Gene Jeanie, Killer Queen
Dizzy Lizzy
a country boy named johnny be good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
Chorus
Go, go, go
buddy, where'd you get your learning?
Well here you come, boy, here you come
Well I got my learning on big, bad guitar man
Well I got my learning
Rock and roll music, slowly 79
Sweet little sixteen, and you will soon be 21
No more reelin?and rockin? School Days will be done.
Go Johnny B. Goode,
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
(Kim Fowley/Lita Ford)
I got myself a bad lover
His name is Johnny Guitar lookout
Go for it Johnny
All night long
Go for it Johnny
That's where I'm
Out on the lonesome highway
Suitcase and an old guitar
Just outside Oklahoma City
Place called Johnny's Roadside Bar
Having fun, son of a gun
Johnny has a problem
Johnny is out of control
He had a TV party
With the kids in the black hole
Stealing people's mail
And lynching the landlord
bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
She remembered taking money out from the gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long
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