About the song
‘Johnny B. Goode’… a timeless classic, isn’t it? When we think of this legendary rock ‘n’ roll anthem, our minds often wander to the iconic Chuck Berry, the man who penned and first performed this electrifying tune. However, it’s crucial to remember the King himself, **Elvis Presley**, and his own unique rendition of this rock ‘n’ roll masterpiece.
**Elvis Presley** was no stranger to taking popular songs and infusing them with his own distinctive style. In the case of “Johnny B. Goode,” Elvis didn’t just cover the song; he embraced it, molded it, and made it his own. His interpretation, often performed during his later years, brought a certain gravitas and depth to the already vibrant track. It was as if Elvis was paying homage to the roots of rock ‘n’ roll while simultaneously showcasing his own evolution as an artist.
His version of “Johnny B. Goode” wasn’t just a simple retread; it was a powerful reinterpretation. Elvis, with his matured vocals and stage presence, added a layer of soulful intensity to the song. The raw energy of the original was still there, but it was refined, polished, and delivered with the seasoned confidence of a man who had seen and done it all in the world of music.
When you listen to **Elvis Presley** sing “Johnny B. Goode,” you’re not just hearing a cover; you’re experiencing a dialogue between two rock ‘n’ roll legends. It’s a testament to the enduring power of a song that could be reinterpreted and reimagined by one of the greatest performers of all time, while still retaining its essence. It’s a reminder that great music transcends generations and styles, and that the King’s touch could elevate even the most iconic of songs to new heights. So, let’s take a moment to appreciate Elvis’s contribution to this timeless rock ‘n’ roll standard, a performance that stands as a testament to his enduring legacy.”
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Lyrics
Way down in Louisiana, close to New –
(No, I can’t – I can’t hear you anyway)
Way down in Louisiana
(Not hearin’ myself now)
(Hearin’ yourself? Okay, hold on)
(Turn him up a little bit) (hol’, hol’)
(Say something, Elvis)
(Okay, but this side’s out)
(Are you hearin’ yourself, now E?) (Yeah)
(Okay, cool) (wait, let me get my earphones in)
Mmm, how I love Jesus
Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreen
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringin’ a bell
Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, said go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him “One day, you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big ol’ band
Many people comin’ from a miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe one day, your name will be in lights
Saying ‘Johnny B. Goode tonight'”
Go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, said go, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode (oh, yeah)
His mama told him “One day, you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big ol’ band
Many people comin’ from a miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe one day, your name will be in lights
Saying ‘Johnny B. Goode tonight'”
Go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, said go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
(No)
(‘Ts weird, innit? Those headphones? Phew)
