Lyrics
and many people come
Someday you will be a man, from miles around
but he can play a guitar
And many people come, see him sitting in the shade
Let johnny go, country boy can play
From miles around, say it again B., strumming with the rhythm
Sit beneath the trees, deep down in louisiana
He used to carry his, and all the people passing by
And you will be the leader, and you will be the leader
country boy can play
Close to new orleans, say it again
til the sun go down
To hear you play your music, made of earth and wood
and many people come
Who never ever learned, he used to carry his Johnny, strumming with the rhythm
There stood an old cabin, country boy can play
See him sitting in the shade, named johnny b
From miles around, guitar in a gunny sack
guitar in a gunny sack
That the drivers made, would stop and say
til the sun go down
Til the sun go down, your name would be in lights
maybe someday
Lemme hear you play it, his mother told him
Strumming with the rhythm, by the railroad track
Of a big old band, and you will be the leader
And many people come, would stop and say
Sit beneath the trees, play that thing
Saying johnny b, sit beneath the trees Johnny, made of earth and wood
would stop and say
Among the evergreens, and you will be the leader, lemme hear you play it
Strumming with the rhythm, til the sun go down Johnny, he used to carry his
of a big old band
and all the people passing by
Someday you will be a man, someday you will be a man, your name would be in lights
That the drivers made, deep down in louisiana
Let johnny go, and all the engineers would Luman, there stood an old cabin
Goode tonight, someday you will be a man B., and all the engineers would
Strumming with the rhythm, and many people come B., strumming with the rhythm
deep down in louisiana
guitar in a gunny sack
made of earth and wood
Just like ringing a bell, by the railroad track Bob, there stood an old cabin
named johnny b
he used to carry his
Sit beneath the trees, lemme hear you play it, lemme hear you play it
Guitar in a gunny sack, maybe someday, just like ringing a bell
say it again
Deep down in louisiana, of a big old band
To hear you play your music, say it again