letra de johnny b. goode - grateful dead
deep 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
there lived a country boy named johnny b. goode.
he never learned to read or write so well,
but he could play a guitar like ringin’ a bell.
go go, go johnny go, go; go johnny go, go;
go johnny go, go; go johnny go, go; go johnny b. goode.
he used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.
the engineers seen him sittin’ in the shade
strummin’ to the rhythm that the drivers made.
people p-ssin’ by would stop and say
“my my, but that little country boy can play!”
his mamma told him “someday you will be a man.”
you will be the leader of a big old band
many people comin’ from miles around
to hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
maybe someday your name will be in lights.
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