Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up on the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who’d 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 gunnysack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineers in the train would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passed him by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little 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 mother told him some day you will be a man
And he will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play your music when the Sun goes down
Maybe some day your name will 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