Excuse us for tuning up every once in a while, but like a, I guess, you know, a cowboy is going to want to stay and do it anyway, so give us about three minutes. Is it too loud up there? Is it too loud? That's right, brother. There you go. We've got this other thing called, I don't know, what I could do, a little loose jam type of thing. It's trying to be good. What the hell? I don't know. Back up into the woods and rumble every breeze. Oh, living in a cottage, there's a bird to learn. There's a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never ever learned to read or write so well. He used to play the guitar and try to play anything. So go, oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. It's a curious guitar in a desert sand. Passing beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, living in a cottage, isn't that a shame? Living with the music that the drivers made. People passing by, they stop and say, time of their lives, they look back and watch them play. So go, oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. guitar solo You will be your band You will be the leader of a big old band A whole lot of people come to pass around Hear you play your guitar with a circle down Maybe someday your name will be in line Say it's Johnny B. Goode tonight So go, oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. Oh, Johnny, go, go. guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo cheers & applause