Johnny B. Goode

Way down Louisiana down 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 read or write so well
He could play guitar just like his ringing 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
He sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers can see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
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 a morning you would be a man
And you would be the leader of a big old band
People go and come from miles around
To listen to you 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

Oh go go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go go go