The 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 live
a country boy name of
Johnny B. Goode
He never never 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 go go
go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny 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
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 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
When the sun go down
maybe someday
His name would be
in light saying
Johnny B. Goode
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~