Deep down 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 of Johnny B Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B Goode
His mother told him someday you will be a man
And you would 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 will be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B Goode