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-RINGIN' 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 GUNNYSACK
GO SIT BENEATH A TREE
BY THE RAILROAD TRACK
OL' ENGINEER WOULD
SEE HIM SITTIN' IN
THE SHADE
STRUMMIN' WITH
THE RHYTHM THAT
THE DRIVERS MADE
WELL PEOPLE PASSIN' 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 COME
FROM MILES AROUND
TO HEAR YOU PLAY
YOUR MUSIC WHEN
THE SUN GO DOWN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
YOUR NAME WILL BE
IN LIGHTS SAYIN'
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