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 gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree
by the railroad track
All the engineers would
see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm
that the drivers made
When people passin' by
They would stop and say
Oh my but 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 ol' band
Many people comin'
from miles around
To hear you play your music
when the sun go down
Maybe some day
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