Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There in an old cabin made of earth and wood

There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

He never learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell

Go, go, go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track

The engineer has seen him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passin' by 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

Go Johnny B. Goode

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

You will be the leader of a big old band

Many people comin' from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Saying, 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'"

Whoa, go, go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny B. Goode

Go, go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny B. Goode