Johnny B. Goode (Live)

Way 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 of Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go 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

Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by 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 go go go go

Johnny B Goode