Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, deep down in Louisiana

Close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods

Among the Evergreens

Oh, there stood an old 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 can play a guitar

Just like ringing a bell

Tell em go

Yeah, let Johnny go

Go, yeah, Johnny, go

Go, yeah, Johnny, go

Go, yeah, Johnny, go

Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his

Guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the trees

By the railroad track

And all the engineers would

See him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm

That the drivers made

And all the people passing by

Would stop and say

Oh my, but that little

Country boy can play

Go, go

Yeah, Johnny, go

Go, Johnny, go, yeah

Go, yeah, Johnny, go

Go, go, Johnny, go

Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode

Lemme hear you play it

Yes, his mother told him

Someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader

Of a big old band

And many people come

From miles around

To hear you play your music

Til the sun go down

Yeah, maybe someday

Your name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go, yeah, Johnny, go

Go, oh, go, Johnny, go

Yeah, go, play that thing

Yeah, say it again

Go, go, Johnny, go

Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode