Way down in Louisiana down in 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. He never ever learned to read or write so well He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell.
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 And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, strummin to the rhythm that the driver made. People passing you know they stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play
Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Johnny B Goode
Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Johnny B Goode
Well his mama told him one day you will be a man, And you would be the leader of a big old band. and people gonna come from miles around To listen to you play till sun go down Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights Saying Johnny B Goode tonight.
Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Johnny B Goode
Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go
