Jonny Be 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 named JohnnyB.Goode，

Who never ever learned to read or write so well，

But he could play a guitar just like a ringing 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 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, but that little country boy could play，

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 coming from miles around，

To hear you play your music when the sun go down，

Maybe someday your name will be in lights，

Saying Johnny B. Goode Tonight，

Go Johnny go，

Go go go Johnny go，

Oh go go Johnny go，

Oh go go Johnny go，

Go,Jonny go go go

Johnny B. Goode