Johnny B. Goode

Deep down 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 name Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, oh, Johnny B. Goode.

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my, that little country boy could play.

Go go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, oh, Johnny B. Goode.

His mama told him someday he would be a man

And he would be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear him play his music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Go go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, oh, Johnny B. Goode.