Karaoké Johnny B. Goode Cliff Richard

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'd play the guitar like a ringing a bell

Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go go

Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

The engineers would see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by they would stop and say

Oh my 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 go

Johnny B. Goode

Go boy

Ooh, ooh ooh

My heart's ringing

Oh oh oh oh oh

His mother told him someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around to hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights saying

Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go go go go

Johnny B. Goode

Don't go get it