Way down in Louisiana down in 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 of Johnny B. Good Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like he's a-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 tree by the railroad track The engineer could see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the driver made People passing by you know they'd stop and say Oh my but that little country boy can play
Go, go, go Johnny go Go, go Johnny go Go, go, go Johnny go Go, go, Johnny go go Go, Johnny B. Good
Go, go, go Johnny go Go, go Johnny go Go, go, go Johnny go Go, go, Johnny go go Go, Johnny B. Good
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 you play it till the sun goes down One day maybe your name gonna be in lights Sayin' Johnny B. Good tonight
Go, go, go, go, Johnny go Go, go Johnny go Go, go, go Johnny go Go, go Johnny go Go, go Johnny B. Good