All In All It Was My Intention

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'.

Sometime We'll Try And Reach For Things We Know We Each Want And Don't Deserve.

Everything I Wrote About Wasn't About Me, But About The People Listening.

Up Come A Flat Top, He Was Movin' Up With Me.

He Never Ever Learned To Read Or Write So Well, But He Could Play His Guitar Like He Was Ringing A Bell.