Johny B. Good

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stand a country cabin made of tar and wood

Where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never learned to read or write a book so well

But he could play his guitar just

Like a ringing the 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

Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh sitting and a-playing in the shade

Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by used to stop and say

Oh my but how that 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 mama 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 till the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Johnny B. Goode