Way 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
By name of Johnny B. Goode
He 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 go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
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 saw him
Sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go go go Johnny go go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go go Go Johnny B. goode
His mama told him
Someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader
Of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music
'Til the sun go down
Maybe someday his name
Would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Good tonight
Go go Johnny go go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny B. Goode
