Chuck Berry • Песня в Душе с аккордами

Chuck Berry is on top • 1959

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

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    Go, go! 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny B. Goode.

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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
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Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
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Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
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The people passing by they would stop and say
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"Oh my, what that little country boy could play"

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    Go, go! 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny B. Goode.

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His mother told him "someday you will be a man,
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And you will be the leader of a big old band.
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Many people coming from miles around
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To hear you play your music when the sun go down.
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Maybe someday your name will be in lights
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Saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight".

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    Go, go! 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go, 
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny, go! Go,
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    Go, Johnny B. Goode.

You Never Can Tell

St. Louis To Liverpool • 1964Криминальное чтиво • 1964

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It was a teenage wedding
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And the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did 
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Truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame
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Have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell

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They furnished off an apartment
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With a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed with
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TV dinners and ginger ale
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But when Pierre found work
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The little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell

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They had a hi-fi phono
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Boy, did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records
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All rock, rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down
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The rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell

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They bought a souped-up jitney
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'Twas a cherry red '53
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They drove it down to Orleans
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To celebrate the anniversary
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It was there that Pierre
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Was married to the lovely mademoiselle
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell

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It was a teenage wedding
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And the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did 
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Truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame
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Have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell

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