See 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
Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a ring in a bell
Go, go, go Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
All engine, everything flittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
When people passin' by they would stop and say Oh my, what's that little country boy could play
Go, go, go Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Go, go, go Johnny, go, go
His mother told him someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in light sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go Johnny, go, go Go, go, go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Go, go, go Johnny B. Goode