1. Verse 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 could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell Chorus Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode 2. Verse He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Old engineers would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made When people passed him by, they would stop and say: "Oh my, but that little country boy could play." Chorus Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode Solo 3. Verse His mother told him: "Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big ol' band. Many people coming from miles around Will hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe some day your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight." Chorus Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go, go, go, Johnny, go! Go, go, go, Johnny, go! Go, go, go, Johnny, go! Go!