Johnny B. Goode (Chuck Berry) Cover by Beatrice Florea Andrei Cerbu

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 a guitar just like a-ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Johnny B. Goode! He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade Strummin’ with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by, they would stop and say “Oh my, but that little country boy could play“ Go go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Johnny B. Goode! His mother told him, “Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big ol’ band Many people comin’ from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name’ll be in lights Sayin’ ’Johnny B. Goode tonight!’“ Go go Go Johnny go! Go go go Johnny go! Go go go Johnny go! Go go go Johnny go! Go Johnny B. Goode!