| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@LENGL@TEddie Sois Bon@TLes Chaussettes Noires
Eddie réveille toi, tu dors depuis des heures
Crois moi il est bien temps de songer au labeur
Au lieu d'aller traîner dans les boîtes de nuit
Et de passer ton temps à boire du whisky
Crois moi tu ferais mieux d'apprendre à travailler
Car dormir n'est pas un métier
Sois bon
Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Oh Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Eddie sois bon
De retour, tu chantes pendant des heures
Je plains tes voisins, je les plains de tout cœur
Tu es de ces gens qui n'ont pas de soucis
Quand tu as du chagrin, tu le noies au whisky
Rien ne t'intéresse car tu as décidé
De prendre les choses du bon côté
Alors sois bon
Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Oh Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Eddie sois bon, sois bon
Eddie sois bon
Ta fiancée t'attend car sans toi elle s'ennuie
Ne la délaisse pas, essaye d'être gentil
Avant de l'emmener dans tes surprises parties
Tu pourrais tout au moins lui demander son avis
Puisque tu l'aimes tant, aime la pour la vie
Va faire un tour à la mairie
Sois bon
Sois bon, sois bon
Oh sois bon,
Oh Eddie sois bon@KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@KV0100@I Lyrics entered by Raphael Pungin@I raphael@cnct.com@LENGL@TJOHNNY B. GOODE@TChuck Berry
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy
By name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers saw him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Good tonight.
Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Johnny B. GoodeWay down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log 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 the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers saw him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Johnny B. Goode
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