Johnny B. Goode
Deep down in 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 named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell.
[Chorus:]
Go Go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or 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!"
[Chorus]
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 around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'."
[Chorus]
It did appear effortless.
Your brother probably has a most settled spirit. Good music does come from the soul. |
Yes, he has all the musical talent in the family.
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Great video of your Dad and your Brother having some true quality time.
It is always cool to witness older guy playing lead, just shredding the tune note by note. Is this your brother who loves to play Jerry Lee songs? |
While looking for the Documentary, I ran across this excerpt clip of Chuck Berry and Robbie Robertson. Chuck recites what could be his own eulogy. It is an old Theodore Tilton poem he reworked and recorded on one of his albums.
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I agree 100%, as long as it is not destructive like brick laying or some other intensive work.
The truth be told, I don't have arthritis yet. I only get the soreness with the change of weather from dry to damp or hot to cold. However, my dad had a bad case of it and it ran in his family. It got to the point that he could no longer hold a cup of coffee. I bought him a few Plastic Beer Stein that was large enough for him to grab. When I made his morning coffee after mom passed away, I would kid him with 'Hey old man get you claws around this.' I have always suspected that I would eventually have the same problem, but dad's did not get bad until he was well into his eighties. He still played the guitar until his mid-eighties as shown in this YouTube clip of him and my brother Jim. Jim is five years older than me and so far has not had a problem with Cousin Arthur. beaufortcountynow.com That is one of the reasons I returned to guitar playing was an attempt to keep my fingers limber. That also is a reason for my attempt at writing. as the keyboard work serves the same purpose. |
Also Booby Tony, I will argue that using your hands on a regular basis, as I am wont to do, which will forestall the ravages of arthritic fingers and palms.
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Take a picture and tell us about the Little Martin if you procure it.
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If you do not mind, I think I will appropriate that excuse for my own use. I think the Flea Market opens at 1:00 today.
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I would love to have one of those to teach my grandchildren how to play a whole bunch of chords. I'm also a big fan of G - C - F - Bm - Am - and one of my favorites - Em.
There are so many cool chords, so little time. |
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