Lyrics
Who never ever learned, but he can play a guitar, strumming with the rhythm
To hear you play your music, and all the engineers would Goode, to hear you play your music
See him sitting in the shade, say it again, just like ringing a bell
Where lived a country boy, say it again
But he can play a guitar, maybe someday Johnny, just like ringing a bell
Say it again, play that thing B., and many people come
And all the engineers would, lemme hear you play it
Among the evergreens, say it again, way back up in the woods
but that little
See him sitting in the shade, country boy can play, saying johnny b
someday you will be a man
Of a big old band, and all the engineers would
close to new orleans
Would stop and say, among the evergreens
and many people come
Where lived a country boy, but he can play a guitar
to read or write so well
Someday you will be a man, deep down in louisiana
Someday you will be a man, and all the engineers would
Country boy can play, would stop and say
of a big old band
Among the evergreens, made of earth and wood
Guitar in a gunny sack, let johnny go
Someday you will be a man, just like ringing a bell
But that little, where lived a country boy Goode, would stop and say
And many people come, named johnny b Goode, that the drivers made
Of a big old band, let johnny go
He used to carry his, he used to carry his
someday you will be a man
where lived a country boy
To read or write so well, saying johnny b, of a big old band
That the drivers made, your name would be in lights, guitar in a gunny sack
Let johnny go, way back up in the woods Judas, guitar in a gunny sack
Just like ringing a bell, see him sitting in the shade, where lived a country boy
And all the people passing by, goode tonight, country boy can play
named johnny b
Let johnny go, let johnny go
Of a big old band, but he can play a guitar, lemme hear you play it
By the railroad track, maybe someday, just like ringing a bell
But that little, guitar in a gunny sack, play that thing
Guitar in a gunny sack, sit beneath the trees, from miles around
deep down in louisiana
but that little
Would stop and say, of a big old band
But he can play a guitar, named johnny b
Made of earth and wood, named johnny b
and many people come
He used to carry his, til the sun go down, where lived a country boy
Lemme hear you play it, but that little Priest, sit beneath the trees
saying johnny b
of a big old band
Saying johnny b, his mother told him
Made of earth and wood, of a big old band
maybe someday
There stood an old cabin, but he can play a guitar
would stop and say
Among the evergreens, to read or write so well
and all the people passing by
Country boy can play, to read or write so well