Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go 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

Welcome to my island But please don't you stay too long I wouldn't want anyone to think That something's going on Toe the line And you'll be fine You'll see another day Don't connect, Don't reflect,

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

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

C'mon get rhythm, when you get the blues Get rhythm, when you get the blues. Get rhythm, when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes and get goin' Little shoeshine boy never

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 is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day I've wept for those who suffer long But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on

Stripes around my shoulders I got stripes, I got chains, Chains around my feet I got stripes, And them chains, them chains, They're about to drag me down On a Monday, On a Tuesday,

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies "Be-Bop-A-Lula", "Baby What I Say" Here comes Johnny singing "I Gotta Woman" Down in the