Johnny be good (исполнитель: Chuck Berry)
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. [bad word] 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. Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, [bad word] #39; 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' [bad word] His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man, You will be the leader of a big ol' band. Many [bad word] #39; from miles around Will hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name'll be in lights, Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''