Johnny B. Goode - Live At Lanchester Arts Festival/1972

She threw out all her money on the feline drunk
And put her little boy upon the great house door
Leaving the animal and golden will
A diamond for my tears for my happiness
Oh little Johnny, Johnny B. Goode with those two make screen pictures in Hollywood
I bow

Go, go Johnny go (look at 'em, look at 'em)
Go, go Johnny go (look at 'em, say it)
Go, go Johnny go (say it, Johnny)
Go, go Johnny go (oh yeah)
Go, go Johnny go (oh yeah)

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Okay, Chuck Berry)
(There you have Chuck Berry)

Chuck Berry, Mr. Chuck Berry, please
Mr. Chuck Berry
Listen, please! Please!
He has overrun 15 minutes (I've got you, I've got you...) Ok