it may be forever Bella don't cry, Bella don't cry Someday we'll be together Though it may be forever Bella don't cry, Bella don't cry Bella don't cry, Bella
to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy
to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country
Close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. (Chorus)
country place, nothing much to see No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be It's just a piddly squatin no time country place
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good Who never learned to read or write at all But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell Go, go
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good Who never learned to read or write at all But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell Go,
country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go Go
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 Go go
used to make clones You got CD-Rom, everythang operates by computers Then what happens when circuit breaks Y2K's the big scare Scientists say we ain't prepared What I feel is contrare Alexander Graham Bell
the church bells toll (Greendale) For a miraculous thing (Greendale) Where the big red furnace (Greendale) Just glows and glows (Greendale) Where the big heart beats (Greendale) Where the big
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go go go Johnny
a country boy name of johnny b. goode... he never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play the guitar like ringing a bell go go go johnny
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go Go
seelf we kept it real in the field whats up dolla bill I had dream we was smokin cous up on the hill with Ben you did big for a country kif long as I
