Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain Oh no, you've gone again I feel like Daniel in the lion's den Stone cold in the

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode 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 ain't no grave can hold my body down Ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see? I see a band of angels and they're coming after

And I still miss someone At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, let me in Fill my soul, Africa, don't let me go, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea Come for the build and raise a

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

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson Look out Jackson town Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and

I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break Too cold to start a fire

'Cause now I'm living on blues power. Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll. Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul. There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower, I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know: I'm gonna