Honus wrote:

One of the first times I ever heard Gene Scott was when I stopped spinning
my dial in order to hear "Johnny B. Goode". Imagine my surprise when the


Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a radio station made of earth and wood
Where lived a country preacher named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the suckers just like a ringing a church bell

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode




He used to carry his microphones in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the listeners would see him sitting in the shade
Humming with the rhythm that the cash flow made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could pray

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a rich man,
And you will be the leader of a big old church.
Many people donating from miles around
To hear you pray with music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying 'Please send more cash' tonight."

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode