Lyrics:
Johnny lives on the other side of town
Greasy windows greasy fingers sliding down
Factory city empty buildings in a row
Strong silent type with no
as I got my guitar and string
So I'm waiting on Johnny Cash
Lord I'm hoping that he comes back
Cause I won't leave until he does
I'm waiting on Johnny
old dreams
Through the same guitar
Johnny Lee, Johnny Lee
It's up to you
To light up your life
Johnny was a race car driver
He'd drive all day around the track
He'd get that twinkle in his eye
Then you'd see him drive by
You know he's never
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
Johnny changed his name to speedo though he never owed
a car.when the drag was down on main street,
he'd be wish'en on a star.
Then one day he made
guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Steel it Jeff
Hey Johnny, why don't you fiddle a round
Thibodeaux,
bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye Johnney, goodebye Johnny B Goode
She remembered taking money in from gathering crops
And buying Johnny?s guitar
Well curious little Johnny was only 10 years old when he bought his first guitar,
He played it every night, nearly took it to bed, it was only
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
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 a guitar just like a ringing a bell
Say go
Go,
[guitar] + few times poor Johnny
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
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,
with her shotgun, yeah, or Dolly's bench to pray
Luke Combs in a hurricane while Johnny's locked in jail
Tennessee, we were meant to be, so Nashville,
FZ lead guitar
Steve Vai rhythm guitar
Ray White rhythm guitar
Ike Willis rhythm guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards
Bob Harris keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
pays
Johnny got a motor, Johnny got a guitar
He got a room and a woman to pay
Johnny got a big part, playing in a video
Johnny on the freeway
I
up for tea
But David throws him off the bus
(he was a drummer!)
[[CHORUS ]]
(give me some room)
(I smell something)
(you call that a guitar
guitars same old faces
It's the same old song
But a different meaning since
Copyright, Johnny!
Copyright can't say that
Hey, yeah! All right what are we
feel
I look for some direction and I find
A woman who won't reach me
And a man
I ask him what it means
And he says
It's up to you
Johnny
baow)
Came here playin' crazy, so we left him in my city
Just dropped four bodies, told 'em to shine Watson and welcome to my city
Got that
friends just what Johnny did
If they don't tell you that you're crazy baby
Lord, they're as messed up as you is!
(Let me play my guitar people!)
(Let
I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted as the California sun
A red Caddilac having too
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