Oh, how I love Jesus Because He first loved me To me He is so wonderful There is a name I love to hear I love to sing its worth It sounds like music in my ear The sweetest name on earth It tells me of a Savior's love Who died to set me free

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville, barracks number 8 I always done an honest job, as honest as I could I got a brother named

Standing by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh oh wha oh oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two

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

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

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, hey, hey

Oh, take the time to waste a moment Oh, never ask to be forgiven Oh, face it where the lines are broken Oh, name a price to all that's living All the way from Waco to WE-HO with a rabbit on her chain Drove a little slick car to tend bar with the static

So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

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