Rock & Roll Music/Johnny B. Goode (Live In Chile 1980) (исполнитель: Chuck Berry)
Rock & Roll Music Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me I've got no kick against modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darn fast And change the beauty of the melody Until they sound just like a symphony That's why I go for that that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me I took my loved one over 'cross the tracks So she can hear my man awail a sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man, they were goin' like a hurrican' That's why I go for that that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me Way down South they gave a jubilee The jokey folks they had a jamboree They're drinkin' home brew from a water cup The folks dancin' got all shook up And started playin' that that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me Don't care to hear 'em play a tango I'm in the mood to gear a mambo It's way to early for a congo So keep a rockin' that piano So I can gear some of that Rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lost it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me Johnny B. Goode 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''