Johnny B. Goode

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Johnny B. Goode é uma canção de rock, escrita em 1955 por Chuck Berry, que se tornou numa das mais populares dos anos 50, sendo interpretada desde então por inúmeros artistas.

O riff introdutório foi tirado da canção Ain`t That Just Like A Woman (1946), da autoria de Louis Jordan.

A letra de Johnny B. Goode conta a história de um jovem cantor em início de carreira. Saiba tudo sobre uma das melhores músicas de todos os tempos aqui.

©‎ 1958

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 learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy can play

Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him, some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music 'till the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

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©‎ 1970

Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans, 
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens 
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood, 
Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode 
He never ever learned to read or write so well, 
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.

Go, go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. 
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade, 
Playing to the music that the drivers made. 
People passing by they'd stop and say 
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go, go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Johnny B. Goode

His mama told him "someday you will be a man, 
"And you will be the leader of a big old band. 
"All kinds a people coming from miles around 
"To hear ya play ya guitar 'till the sun go down 
"Maybe someday your name will be in lights 
"Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go, go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Go, Johnny go , go 
Johnny B. Goode

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© 1983‎

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
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell

Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sitting in a tree in the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my oh my what the boy can play

Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...

Mama said son you gotta be a man
You gotta be the leader of a reggae band
People coming in from miles around
To hear you play until the sun goes down
Boy someday your name will be in the lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight

I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny you better be good

Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...

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