Starlighters (feat. Cultra) - Jordan Burns

Way down Louisiana down 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 read or write so well He could play guitar just like his ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack He sit beneath the trees by the railroad track The engineers can see him sitting in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by you know they stop and say Oh my that little country boy sure could play Go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Johnny B. Goode Go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go, go Johnny B. Goode Well his mama told a morning you would be a man And you would be the leader of a big old band People go and come from miles around To listen to you play till the sun goes down And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight Go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Johnny B. Goode Oh go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go, go Go Johnny go go go

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