Johnny B. Goode

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 Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go 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 by, you know they stop and say Oh my that little country boy sure can play Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go 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 One day maybe your name gonna be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go