Way 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 named Johnny B. Goode
Who never, ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like he's a-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
And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineer could see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The 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
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, 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
His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
Many people goin' to come from miles around
To listen to you play 'til the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight!'"
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
Johnny B. Goode