Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a 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. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Wow, the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by there would stop and say
"Oh my, but that little country boy can 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 "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol'band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you playing 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