Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track

Old engineer would see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

The people passing by, they would stop and say

"Oh my, but that little country boy can play"

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him, "Someday, you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big ol' band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'"

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go

Johnny B. Goode