{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Conway Twitty -  Johnny B. Goode","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=645533&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=645533&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Well down in Lousiana close to New Orleans\r\nWay back up in the woods neath the evergreens\r\nThere stands a log cabin made of earth and wood\r\nWhere lived a little country boy named Johnny B Goode\r\nHe never ever learned to read or write so well\r\nHe could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell\r\nGo go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go\r\nGo Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B Goode\r\n\r\nHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack\r\nGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track\r\nThe engineer would see him sittin' in the shade\r\nStrummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made\r\nThe people passin' by they would stop and say\r\nMy how that little country boy can play\r\nGo go go Johnny go go...\r\n[ guitar ]\r\nWell his mama told him someday you will be a man\r\nYou will be the leader of a country band\r\nThe people gonna come from miles around\r\nTo hear you play your music when the sun goes down\r\nMaybe someday your name will be at lights sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight\r\nYeah go go go Johnny go go...\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/4\/5\/_\/645533_79420_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"645533"}