Lyrics:
Johnny, much greater than gold
Well, now what's that?
I'm crazy 'bout that girl,
She's got so much soul
She's got the kind of loving, kissin'
Well, John does some singin', they call him a star
He plays with a hillbilly band
He goes lots of places, picks his guitar
Old John ain't a home
John Henry was just a little bitty boy
No bigger than the palm of your hand
His mammy looked down at John Henry and say
Johnny you're gonna be
baby, I was Superman
Yeah, we were sky high, there was nothing better
When I was with you grabbin' that live wire
Where we were Johnny and June in
the guitar every day and sometimes into the night
'Til his papa's hair began to turn white
His pa said "Son, listen here, I know"
"You can stay but, uh,
to tap the tremendous source of talent
On the Louisiana Hayride
Now you take Johnny Horton, the singing fisherman
Here's a guy that's just loaded with
"Baby, I just wanna dance"
I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar
She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar
She
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
Go Johnny
guitar so fine
nobody is bored while he is rocking out
irresistible johnny
and now that I've told you about johnny
a man who know nothing about nothing
She'd smiled on Johnny's the Merles any music-wrote billionaires.
Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison,
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
bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye johnny, goodbye johnny be goode
Well she remembers taking money after gathering crops
And buying johnny's guitar
I'm in the wrong business
I swear I ain't lyin'
I stay hungry, broke all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in
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
Go Johnny go
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
Go Johnny go
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
Go Johnny go
lived 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
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
Go Johnny
I can still remember my first guitar
Bright and shiny like a brand new car
Even took it with me when I went to school
And I practiced every day
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
Go
put 'em on stage
And you have 'em undress
Some angel whore
Could learn a guitar lick
Hey, now that's what I call
Music
So burnt-out Johnny
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
Go Johnny
the hell is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Luther, Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away seven months ago
After being with us for
is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Luther, Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away seven months ago
After being with us for 13 years,
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