Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans Back up in the hills among the evergreens There stood an old 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 ringin' a bell Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beside the tree by the railroad track The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made People coming by, they would stop and wave Oh my, but that little country boy could play Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny B. Goode Alright, guys! Well, his momma told him someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people come from miles around To hear you play the guitar when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights But Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, go, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, Johnny B. Goode