Deep down in 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... Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar just like ringin' 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 Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade, Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my but 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 will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight.'
Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Oh Go go Johnny Go Oh Go Go Johnny Go Go Johnny B. Goode