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