Grean Roses

G CAt the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way Am Em C DThe shadow of night waited to see the bright light of the day G CNobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain Am Em C DThe river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

Refren: G CThe green roses will grow Am DWhile green fields turn to red Em COnly memory remains Am DOf hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his handUnder the bridge of rainbow's gold he fought for his landThe black crow stole his destiny and flew from the crossFlyin' high, goin' so far to take his soul away

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

[Chorus:]Go GoGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goJohnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackOr sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.Oh, the engineers would 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, but that little country boy could play!"

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

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