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 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 GoGo Johnny GoGo GoJohnny B  Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh  the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play