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

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

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

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

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) me and little brother would join right in there in the sky, lord, in the sky one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne by and by, lord, by and by i

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

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

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

Verse 1:(Kris Kristofferson) E A E A I'm gonna steal a silver stallion,with not a mark upon his silky hide E A E

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