Johnny B. Goode Songtext
von The Scorpions

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 could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

Go, go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode


He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, 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 that little country boy can play"

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 go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go, go, go Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode