Don't Bother Me, Leave Me Alone. Anyway,

You Don't Just Go To The Studio And Say, 'i'm Going To Write A Hit.' It Becomes A Hit When People Like Your Compositions.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

I Think I See Her, Please Let Me Off This Bus. Nadine, Honey, Is That You?

They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden Cup. The Folks Were Dancin' There Got All Shook Up.

Could You Imagine The Way I Felt, I Couldn't Unfasten Her Safety Belt. All The Way Home I Held A Grudge, For The Safety Belt That Wouldn't Budge.