Down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood Lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well Play his guitar like a ring in a bell
Carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track The engineers seen him sitting in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop and say... ha ha haTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
