Johnny B. Goode

Way down 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 name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Stroming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop and say Oh my, that little country boy could play Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode His mother told him someday he would be a man And he would be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear him play his music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name would be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight Go go, go go Johnny go Go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go Go go Johnny go, Johnny B. Goode