Peter Tosh - Johnny B. Goode Lyrics
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Johnny B. Goode
Johnny B. Goode Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Johnny B. Goode By Peter Tosh?
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 a-write so well But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell, yell And said, "Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah And 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 I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Said, "Oh oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode" Mama said: Son, you gotta be a man (go out, 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, Johnny B. Goode tonight I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Said, "Oh oh, go Johnny, Johnny you better be good" I said, "Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight" Play Johnny, "Go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode" I said, "Go, go, go, go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight" You can hear him play, go Johnny, better be good |
Who Wrote Johnny B. Goode By Peter Tosh?
Chuck Berry
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What's The Duration Of The Johnny B. Goode By Peter Tosh?The duration of Johnny B. Goode is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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