Johnny B. Goode

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 name Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write well bell

But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

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

And sit beneath the trees 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

What that little country boy could play

Go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Johnny B Goode

Mama told him someday he would be a man

And you would 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 would be in lights

Saying Johnny B Goode tonight

Go go

Go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go

Go

Johnny B Goode