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

By named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like 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

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh the engineers saw 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

Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you would be a man

And you would be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music 'til the sun go down

Maybe someday your name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Good 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