Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens

There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

That never ever learned to read and write so well

But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go. Go Johnny go

Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Old engineer sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

The people passing by would stop and say

"Oh my but how that little country boy could play"

Go go. Go Johnny go

Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him some day 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

Johnny B. Goode