Deep down in Louisiana close the 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 Good Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
Go, go, go jonny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go johnny be good
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they'd stop and say Oh my but that little country boy can play
Go, go, go jonny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go johnny be good
Вперёд, Вперёд, Баддисатва, Вперёд, Вперёд, Баддисатва, Мама, что мы будем делать Когда она двинет собой
Go, go, go jonny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go johnny be good