Lyrics
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 so well,
but he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track,
oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made,
the people passing by, they would stop and say,
"oh my what 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, you will be a man,
and you will be the leader of a big old band,
many people coming from miles around
to hear you play your music when the sun go down,
maybe someday your name will be in lights
saying, "Johnny B. Goode tonight"
Go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
go Johnny, go, go,
Johnny B. Goode