Jimi Hendrix,
Gloria
I said "baby...what's your name? "
And she said g...l...o...r...i-i-i-i-i-i-a
G-l-o-r-i-a (gloooria)
Johnny B. Good
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell.