Way down in Louisiana, down in 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 a-ringing a bells 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 trees by the railroad track The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by you know stop and say "Oh my that a little country boy sure can play" Go, Go Go Johnny, Go Go Go Johnny, Go Go Go Go Johnny, Go Go Go Johnny, Go 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 Well, his mama told him "One day you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band People gonna come from miles around To listen to you play until the sun goes down And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight" Go, 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
