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Letra actual de la canción
Johnny B. Goode"<br /><br />Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,<br />Way back up in the woods among the evergreens<br />There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,<br />Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode<br />Who never ever learned to read or write so well,<br />But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.<br /><br />Go Go<br />Go Johnny Go<br />Go Go<br />Johnny B. Goode<br /><br />He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack<br />Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.<br />Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,<br />Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.<br />The People passing by, they would stop and say<br />Oh my that little country boy could play<br /><br />His mother told him someday you will be a man,<br />And you would be the leader of a big old band.<br />Many people coming from miles around<br />To hear you play your music when the sun go down<br />Maybe someday your name will be in lights<br />Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
Letra nueva de la canción
Johnny B. Goode"<br /><br />Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,<br />Way back up in the woods among the evergreens<br />There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,<br />Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode<br />Who never ever learned to read or write so well,<br />But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.<br /><br />Go Go<br />Go Johnny Go<br />Go Go<br />Johnny B. Goode<br /><br />He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack<br />Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.<br />Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,<br />Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.<br />The People passing by, they would stop and say<br />Oh my that little country boy could play<br /><br />His mother told him someday you will be a man,<br />And you would be the leader of a big old band.<br />Many people coming from miles around<br />To hear you play your music when the sun go down<br />Maybe someday your name will be in lights<br />Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
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