I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well When
said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who's just thin and tight
and say Oh my, how that little country boy could play His mother told him, someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people
a past I call it haulin my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious oh well
oh yeah, testify, oh yeah, testify) [I wanna testify. I wanna testify.] Ah but you don't have to. [oh but I wanna] (oh let the bum testify!) Okay, then
cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play
and the Harley That old black cat named Charlie Sounds a little crazy, a little scattered and absurd But that's what you get when you play a country song backwards Well
and the Harley That ole black cat named Charlie It sounds a little crazy A little scattered and absurd But that's what you get When you play a country song backwards Well
tell you, she says she left Texas with just her name Yes, well I swear when that girl came to the big city, Lord, she learned a brand new game Well, yeah
the hell am I today?'' Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same. a) Pig-Me And The Whore "Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,''
stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to read and write so well But he could
the boat and the Harley First night in jail with Charlie Sounds a little crazy, a little scattered and absurd But that's what you get when you play a country song backwards Well
slower It sounds a little crazy a little scattered and absurd But that's what you get When you play a country song backwards Oh play that song When you play a country
: Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my
to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy
to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country
country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned To read or write a book so well But he
say oh my That little country boy could play His mama told him someday he would be a man, And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming