me Johnny Guitar They call me Johnny Guitar They call me Johnny Guitar I'm going to play in your town They call me Johnny Guitar, yeah They call me Johnny Guitar They call me Johnny Guitar
Well it's my life, baby Don't try to change my ways Yes it's my life, baby Don't try to change my ways Well, if you want my loving Don't make no graveyard
Standin' on my front porch Grabbed her and I kissed her Boy (I) Was surprised when I saw her little sister Lights out, lights out I'm glad the lights
Lord, knows I've tried To do what's right One whole year of stayin' home Both day and night 'Cause I smell a mean trouble Way over yonder You know I
Why do I sit and cry Without a reason, I don't know why It's my soul, ohh, it's my soul I don't know why, people, ooh, it's my soul If I should jump
Twelve o' clock at night, you walk out the door You told me baby you were going to the drugstore Well in my mind I knew you were lying The drugstore closed
Translation: Winter, Johnny. Johnny Guitar.
Well, pretty things aren't just what they seem. 'f you wanna see - what the future will hold, You better - check out her mama before you get bold. Refrain [solo guitar
so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And
soleil, des parfums, de la pluie Chaque jour un nouveau reveil, chaque jour une autre nuit Des routes et des motards et des matches de rugby Des spaghetti, Frederic Dard et Johnny Winter
du soleil, des parfums, de la pluie Chaque jour un nouveau reveil, chaque jour une autre nuit Des routes et des motards et des matches de rugby Des spaghetti, Frederic Dard et Johnny Winter
