Johnny B. Goode

Johnny B. Goode 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-ringin' a bell I say, go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go I say go, go, go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by the would stop and say Oh, my! But that little country boy can play I say, go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Hey! Johnny B. Goode Mother told him, "Some day, you gonna be a man" You'll be the leader of a big ol' band" Many people comin' miles around Hear you play rock when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be back in lights Sayin', "Johnny B. Goode tonight" I say, go, go, go, go Johnny go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny, go Go, go Johnny go Go, go, go, Johnny B. Goode