Actually I'm Writing As Best

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'.

It's Gotta Be Rock And Roll Music, If You Wanna Dance With Me.

Roll Over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky The News.

If The People In The Audience Are Talking, You're Being Ignored. If The People Are Gazing At You, You've Got Something They Want To Hear.

Praise Doesn't Mean Anything To Me. I Don't Judge Myself.