Текст песни Mark Campbell and Tim May - Johnny B. Goode

Way(Deep) down in Louisiana down(close) in(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 name of Johnny B. Goode.(,)
He(Who) never ever learned to read or write so well,
(But) He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell.

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!..
Johnny B. Goode...

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack(,)
And(Oh) sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
(Oh)The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strummin to the rhythm that the driver made.
(Oh n')People passing(by), you know, they stop and say:
"Oh my, (but)that little country boy could play!"

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!..
Johnny B. Goode...

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go!
Johnny B. Goode...

Well, his Mama told him "one day you will be a man,
And you would(will) be the leader of a big old band.
And(Many) people gonna come(in') from miles around
To listen to you play till sun go down.
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights (Maybe some day your name will be...)
Saying "Johnny B. Goode" tonight."

Go, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Johnny B Goode.

Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go...

Way(Deep) down in Louisiana down(close) in(to) New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
Там стоял бревно из земли и дерева,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.(,)
He(Who) never ever learned to read or write so well,
(But) He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell.

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!..
Johnny B. Goode...

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack(,)
And(Oh) sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
(Oh)The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strummin to the rhythm that the driver made.
(Oh n')People passing(by), you know, they stop and say:
"Oh my, (but)that little country boy could play!"

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!..
Johnny B. Goode...

Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go!
Johnny B. Goode...

Well, his Mama told him "one day you will be a man,
And you would(will) be the leader of a big old band.
And(Many) people gonna come(in') from miles around
To listen to you play till sun go down.
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights (Maybe some day your name will be...)
Saying "Johnny B. Goode" tonight."

Go, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Johnny B Goode.

Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go,
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go!
Go, Johnny, Go, Go...