Way down Louisiana down 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, He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell.
(Chorus) Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go, go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny Go Go, go Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack He sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. The engineers can see him sitting in the shade, Strumming to the rhythm that the driver made. People passing by, they all stop and say Oh my that little country boy sure could play
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Well, his mama told him one day he would be a man, And you would be the leader of a big old band. People gonna come from miles around To listen to your play till the sun goes down Oneday maybe your name gonna be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.