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 named
Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever
Learned to read
Or write so well
But he could
Play the guitar
Just like a
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
Go sit beneath
The tree by the
Railroad track
Oh the engineers
Would see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming
With the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing
By they 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
Will be a man
And you will
Be the leader
Of a big old band
Many people
Coming from
Miles around
To hear you play
Your music when
The sun go down
Maybe someday
Your name will
Be in lights
Saying 'Johnny B.
Goode tonight'
Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Oh go go Johnny go
Oh go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode