Johnny B. Goode (Live)

Alright, I tell you today, thank you boy, you just make this feel good all over, it does
 Now, listen, this is a song that we did today over at the BBC and eh
 The audience there seemed to like it real well and we would like to do it for you
 It's about a little boy that was really learning how to play the guitar
 And we'd like to play it for you and you tell us what you think about it
 It's called, "Johnny B. Goode" and goes like this, one, two, three, four
 Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans
 Back up in the hills among the evergreens
 There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
 Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
 He never, ever learned to read or write, so well
 But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell
 Go, go
 Go Johnny go, go
 Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go
 Johnny B. Goode
 He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
 Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
 The engineer would see him sitting in the shade
 Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
 People coming by they would stop and wait
 Oh, my but that little country boy could play
 Go, go
 Go Johnny go, go
 Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go
 Johnny B. Goode (alright guys)
 His mama told him someday you will be a man
 And you will be the leader of a big old band
 Many people come from miles around
 To hear you play the guitar when the sun go down
 Maybe someday your name will be in lights
 But Johnny B. Goode tonight
 Go, go, go, go
 Go Johnny go, go
 Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go, go, go Johnny go
 Go, go
 Johnny B. Goode