I'm just going over home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father And all my loved ones

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen) But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store There's a story in our town Of the prettiest girl around Golden hair and eyes of blue How those eyes could flash at you (how

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of

Be good be good be good Be good be good Be good be good be good be good (Johnny) Skip de skip, up the road Off to school we go "Don't you be a bad boy Johnny Don't you slip up Or play the fool" "Oh no Ma, Oh no Da,

Yeah, she's closer to the bottom but she's headed for the top. She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash, She likes to play, she loves to rock! With a pink guitar. She saw it in the window, just a callin' out her name. She mowed

Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to

It's not time to make a change, You're still young, that's your fault, Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. Just relax, take it

Ye hum ho la lo Kwela man Ye hum ho la la Kwela, Kwela You gave it your life Long ago there was a sound in the night Kwela man, singing under the street light A cheap guitar, he gave his sorrow a smile And he sowed his songs in the alley ways mile upon

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read