Lyrics:
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
Man he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go, go
Go
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
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
This is the city of the dead
As we lie side by side in bed
I'd do something else instead
But it is the city of the dead
We went out kickin'
Mixin´ Ahmad Jamal in Johnny B Goode
Sneakin´ Errol Garner in to Sweet Sixteen
Now they tell me Stan Kenton´s cuttin´ Maybelline oh baby
Papa said to Mama
It's such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven Johnny be Goode's
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They
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
boy name of Johnny B. Goode
Never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar like ringing a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go
of 'em lyin' there dead
Johnny hid out in a farmhouse; he had satisfaction in his eyes
He said "I know they're coming to get me, boys, but they ain't
tell if I'm walking on land or sea
Workin' every angle like Johnny B Goode
Dancin' like the devil in a three-piece suit
Beauty never comes without some
I'm sorry
But Johnny B. Goode is Dead
His body
Was found in a rose-covered bed
And I hope we can
Come to terms
With the state
Of the scene
Johnny B. Goode
Or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk
and you're blinded by the pain
You're honeymoon in summer is a picnic in the rain...
You'll be grateful when you're dead, Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba,
you're a gonna be dead
John said I ain't no coward and the people know that I won't run
Then Johnny smiled up at the warden and said turn it on turn it
up, toughen up, let's go.
You can hang me by the neck
Till I'm dead, dead, dead
Kiss my mouth until it's red, red, red
Don't be a dunco, forget
Ready or not and a here we go
Blasted by the sound of the radio
Over the river and through the wood
Lived a rocker named Johnny B. Goode
And ya
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
June fell for Johnny on the 4th of July
As the fireworks popped in the summer sky
With a spark in her eye
She just sat there and stared
As his
easy
If you're going down that road
Lay ER' down easy
The first time I heard Johnny b. Goode
Was my dad singing it to me
Stay in your Lane
Rain
somebody, and you give him the death-wish.
When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss."
Is this how you want to be
Dead on the street or locked in
and fortune
come on let's make a deal
But hold on - what would Jesus do?
he wouldn't be so rash
He'd down a shot whiskey and crank up Johnny Cash
Down a shot
Many things my eyes have seen (one by one)
Thanking God for a life so free (I am grateful)
Many things my eyes have seen (one by one)
I be thanking God
on your feet
Talk to 'em Tyrese
I'm so grateful
I'm so humbled by Your love
Oh why
Where would I be without Your love?
(Where would I be without
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