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
OH, THE ENGINEER WOULD
SEE HIM SITTIN' IN THE SHADE
STRUMMIN' WITH THE RHYTHM
THAT THE DRIVERS MADE
THE 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 OLD BAND
MANY PEOPLE COMIN'
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