Chuck Berry
Johnny B Goode Guitar Bass Drum Keyboard Lyrics
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Johnny B Goode
Keyboard Tabs
Tabbed by: Jacob LaMay
converted the best I can from guitar tabs, so it's a little sloppy, but
readable. I don't have the song to listen too so I wasn't able to get the
octaves, but here's what I have. Feel welcome to finish it up...
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FIRST BREAK:
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Deep down
Louisiana close 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 of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
(Chorus)
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to 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 that little country boy could play
(Chorus)
His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
(Chorus)
Maybellene, why can't you be true
Oh Maybellene , why can't you be true
You've started back doin' the things you used to do
As I was motivatin over the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninetyfive
She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side
Maybellene
The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford
The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
It then got cloudy and started to rain
I tooted my horn for a passin' lane
The rainwater blowin' all under my hood
I know that I was doin' my motor good
Maybellene
Solo guitar
Maybellene
The motor cooled down the heat went down
And that's when I heard that highway sound
The Cadillac asittin' like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin'
still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Solo guitar
Maybellene
Maybellene, why can't you be true
Oh Mabellene , why can't you be true
You've started back doin' the things you used to do
As I was motivatin over the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninetyfive
She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side
Maybellene
The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford
The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
It then got cloudy and started to rain
I tooted my horn for a passin' lane
The rainwater blowin' all under my hood
I know that I was doin' my motor good
Maybellene
Solo guitar
Maybellene
The motor cooled down the heat went down
And that's when I heard that highway sound
The Cadillac asittin' like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile ahead
The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Solo guitar
Maybellene
Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity running wild
Cruising and playing the radio
With no particular place to go
Riding along in my automobile
I said did you tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
And she leaned and whispered in my ear
Cuddling more and driving slow
With no particular place to go
No particular place to go
So we parked way out in the Cocomo
The night was young and the moon was gold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you imagine the way I felt
I couldn’t unfasten the safety belt
Riding along in my Calaboose
Still trying to get her belt unloose
All the way home I held a grudge
For the safety belt that wouldn’t budge
Cruising and playing the radio
With no particular place to go
I'm gonna write a little letter,
gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today
You know, my temperature's risin'
and the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthiritis
sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, early in the mornin' I'm a givin' you a warnin'
don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle,
ain't got nothin' to lose
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news
You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin' top
She got a crazy partner,
oughta see 'em reel and rock
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love his mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur and Madam
Have rung the chapel bell
C’est la vie say the old folks (what will be will be)
Goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a tune, a
The coolerator was crammed
With TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money come in worked out well
Cest la vie say the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rock and rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The record table with the music fell
Say la-vi say the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up Gidney
It was a cherry red ‘53
Drove it down to Orleans
To celebrate there anniversary
It was there where Pierre was
Wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle
C’est la vie say the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love his mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur and Madam
Have rung the chapel bell
C’est la vie say the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell