Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabing 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 the 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!
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made Maybe someday your name'll be in light 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!
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'll be in light 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!