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

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

Cause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all

And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go For a pair of brown eyes One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how

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

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

And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry I met her accidentally in Saint Paul

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

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

I'm so lonesome I could cry. Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low: I've never seen a night so long, When time goes crawling by. The moon just went behind a cloud, To hide its face and cry. Did you