Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans 
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens 
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood 
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good 
Who never learned to read or write at all 
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell 

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny, go go 
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go go 
Johnny B. Good 

His mama told him someday you will be a man 
And you will be the leader of a big band 
Many people coming from miles around 
To hear your playing music when the sun goes down 
Maybe someday you will be in lights saying Johnny B. Good