Johnny Winter - Johnny Winter And/ Live [compilation, live] (1971) by Johnny Winter (보컬) on maniadb.com

It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
Lord when I was in love with you darling, Long time I didn't love you

Just to make your own paycheck baby
Bring it all home to me
I go out every night baby
And I get all mad about girls I see

It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
Lord when I was in love with you darling, Long time I didn't love you

You used to stay home with me darling
Now you're going around with all the boys

You say you don't need me
Lord it's tough on my nerves

It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
Lord when I was in love with you darling, Long time I didn't love you

Oh I'm down on my knees
Can't think what tomorrow will bring
Lord I'm gonna try to do better baby
And love you the best I can

It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault darling, treat me the way you wanna do
Lord when I was in love with you darling, Long time I didn't love you

Lord my mother she done told me and my father done told me
My father told me too, yeah my mother she done told me
And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a mean old town to live in by yourself

Yeah, work for a dollar or several thousand, could not save a dime
You know I worked for a dollar, or several thousand, man couldn't save a dime
Ain't nobody worried and there isn't nobody's crying

Yeah, I got my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash
Lord I try to get my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash
It's those great big smiles to keep us out of that trash

So I packed up my suitcase and I move on down, hit that lonesome road
You know I packed up my suitcase and I hit that lonesome, move on down
I'm still crying to make it when the day was done

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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go
Johnny Go
Oh Go go
Johnny Go
Oh Go Go
Johnny Go
Go
Johnny B. Goode