"Medley: The Promised Land / Johnny B. Goode / School Day (Ring, Ring! Goes The Bell) / Mabellene / Memphis, Tennessee" lyrics
Tribute to one of greatest in the business
Mr. Chuck Berry, son
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte but bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling outta the Georgia state
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Well way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There was a little shack made of earth and wood
Where lived a little boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study 'em hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone
Ring, ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Gee but the teacher don't know how mean she looks
As I was motorvatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe DeVille
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five
We was bumper to bumper, rollin' side to side
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You done started back doing the things you used to do
Long distance operator, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number
But I know who placed the call
Because my uncle took the message
And he wrote it on the wall
Mr. Chuck Berry, son
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We stopped in Charlotte but bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling outta the Georgia state
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Well way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There was a little shack made of earth and wood
Where lived a little boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study 'em hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone
Ring, ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Gee but the teacher don't know how mean she looks
As I was motorvatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe DeVille
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five
We was bumper to bumper, rollin' side to side
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You done started back doing the things you used to do
Long distance operator, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number
But I know who placed the call
Because my uncle took the message
And he wrote it on the wall
