Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
That never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
Hey! Wait!
Iāve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
Iāve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
Iāve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band,
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When I turned fifteen I was stealing the show.
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating
And from what Iāve seen I believe 'em
Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of rock and roll, heart of rock and roll is still beating
Try to tell you ānoā but my body keeps on telling you āyesā.
Try to tell you āstopā, but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
Iāll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And Iāll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
Yo itās about that time
To bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme
Iām a get mine so get yours
I wanna see sweat cominā out your pores
On the house tip is how Iām swinging this
Strictly hip hop boy I aināt singing this
Bringing this to the entire nation
Black, white, red, brown
Feel the vibration