Johnny B. Goode

Yeah! Oh, Johnny B. Goode! Give it to me He's down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans Back up in the woods among the evergreens Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well He played the guitar like the ringin' of a bell Oh, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Oh, oh, Johnny B. Goode Yeah, he used to carry guitar in a gunny sack Sittin' 'neath the trees by the railroad track The old engineer would blow it on a lovely day Hittin' it to the rhythm that the drivers made People passin' by used to stop and say "Oh, that little country boy could play" Go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Whoa, Johnny B. Goode Well, his mama told him, someday, son, you gonna be a man Say you're gonna be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around Hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will in light Johnny B. Goode, tonight Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go Oh-ho Lord, Johnny B. Goode Give it to me now! Oh, go, go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Oh, Johnny B. Goode Whoo! I said go! Oh, give it to me! Oh, Johnny B. Goode