Текст песни Beatles - Johnny B. Goode (Chuck Berry cover)

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a country cabin made of dirt and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
They never learned to read or write a book so well,
He could play his guitar like a ringing a bell.
Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Oh Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Oh Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Oh Johnny B. Goode