Johnny B. Goode

Way down in Louisiana, close to 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 named Johnny B. Goode

He never, ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like a ringing bell, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the tress by the railroad track

Oh, sit beneath the trees, sitting under shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passin' by, oh they would stop and say

Oh my, that little country boy can play, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Oh, Johnny B. Goode

Oh, talkin' 'bout Johnny Goode

Oh, I got you

His mother told him someday he would be a man

And you would be the leader of a rock and roll band

Oh, many people comin' from miles around

Hear him play his guitar when the sun goes down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go

Go, go, Johnny B. Goode