Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who'd 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
Ol' engineer in the train 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 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 comin' from miles around
To hear you play you music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name 'll be in lights
A sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go Go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Oh Johnny B. Goode
