Johnny B. Goode (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

Deep 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 too well

But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Johnny B. Goode

Well, he was never getting money, had to gather the crop

Buying that guitar at the grocery shop

Always used to play it by the railroad side

Never get in trouble, she be saddled as fuck

She never even thought that it could be like this

Give her by the side, a goodbye kiss

I say go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

I say go

Johnny B. Goode

Well, they finallygot the letter they been dreamin' of

John wrote and told her he was fallin' in love

As long as they were married by the railroad track

Never get in trouble, that would be just that

She never dreamed a day would come for a day like this

And he would give her by the side, a good bye kiss

I say go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

I say go

Johnny B. Goode

(Now watch this, watch this)

Well, I say go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

Go

Go, Johnny, go

I say go

Johnny B. Goode