Johnny B. Goode

Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

People passing by：would stop and say

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

He could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Johnny Go go

Johnny B Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made

Oh my that little country boy could play

Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Johnny Go go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Johnny B Goode

Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Johnny Go go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Johnny B Goode

His mama told him someday he would be a man

And you would be the leader of a big old band

People goes closed miles around

To listen tu you play to you the sun goes down

Will you Maybe be in lights

Saying Johnny B Goode tonight

Go Go

Go Johnny Go

Go Go

Go Johnny Go

Go Go

Johnny B Goode