#28 - Johnny B. Goode

I jogged for 40 minutes today. I was feeling tired during the last 10 or 15 minutes, and my legs were again getting heavy, but I felt that I could have gone longer. Unfortunately I still haven't been able to access the local university's track to time myself; seems like everything's locked up for the holidays. However, I'm beginning to feel more confident about my ability to run in basic.

Each time I add to my running, I hear cadences that are further down the playlist on my Ipod. I'm starting to learn the cadences, and develop some favorites. Here is one based off the song "Johnny B. Goode":

(During the chorus, everyone sings the BOLD)

Down in Louisiana, down in New Orleans,
Back up in the woods among the evergreens.
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell.

Go, go,
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go, Johnny go go, go
Go, go Johnny go go go go
Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a burlap sack,
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Engineers could see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' to the rhythm that the driver made.
People passing by you know they'd stop and say,
“Oh my but that little country boy sure can play!”

Go, go,
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go, Johnny go go, go
Go, go Johnny go go go go
Johnny B. Goode!

His mama told him, “One day you will be a man,
And You will be the leader of a big old band!
People gonna come from miles around,
To listen to you play it till the sun goes down.
One day maybe your name gonna be in lights,
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight!”

Go, go,
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go Johnny go go go, go
Go, Johnny go go, go
Go, go Johnny go go go go
Johnny B. Goode!