Johnny B. Goode

There in Louisiana
Next to New Orleans
among green forests
a gray road
next to an old, broken
and dirty bungalow
Johnny B. Goode spent his life.
He never learned to write
or read
just Rock and Roll.
It's what he knows how to do.
Go, go, go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode.
He keeps his guitar
in a leather case
next to the railroad
he sits on the ground.
People passing by
stop to listen
his mother and father
can't stop watching.
And everyone said
with great warmth
one day he'll play
in a Rock band.
Go, go, go Johnny go, go.
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode.