Letra de Johnny B. Goode - Burning

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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 ringin� a bell.
Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go!,Go! Go!
Go, Johnny go! Go! Go! Johhny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineers would see him sittin� in the shade,
Strummin� with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passed him by they would stop and say,
�oh, my but that little country boy could play�

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Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go!,Go! Go!
Go, Johnny go! Go! Go! Johhny B. Goode

His mother told him, �someday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol� band.
�Oh! Many people comin� from miles around
Will hear your play your music then the sun go down.
Maybe someday your name�ll be in lights,
Sayin� �Johnny B.Goode to night?

Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go!,Go! Go!
Go, Johnny go! Go! Go! Johhny B. Goode