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
By named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
Go Go, Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh 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 Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him someday you would 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 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday your name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Good tonight
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Johnny B. Goode