Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.

AH YEAH
THERE'S A RED HOUSE OVER YONDER
THAT'S WHERE MY BABY STAYS
LORD THERE'S A RED HOUSE OVER YONDER
LORD THAT'S WHERE MY BABY STAYS

I AIN'T BEEN HOME TO SEE MY BABY
IN NINETY-NINE AND ONE HALF DAYS
WAIT MINUTE SOMETHING'S WRONG HERE

Back in Louisiana down near New Orleans
High up in the hills among the evergreens
In a log cabin made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin' a bell
Go go, go Johnny go go go
Go, go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go, go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go

Well, I'm a voodoo chile

Lord I'm a voodoo chile

Well, the night I was born

Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red

The night I was born

I swear the moon turned a fire red

Well my poor mother cried out "lord, the gypsy was right!"

And I seen her fell down right dead

(Have mercy)

Well, mountain lions found me there waitin'

And set me on a eagles back