Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin made of clay and wood
Where lives a young country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write a book so well
Jut he could play his guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go go go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Ah, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh sitting and a-playing in the shade
Drumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say
My that 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 go
Ah, Johnny B. Goode

Well his mama told him someday 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 some day your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Ah, Johnny B. Goode