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 name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell
Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny 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
Strummin to the rhythm that the driver made
People passing you know they stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode
Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny 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 would be the leader of a big old band
And people gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight
Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode
Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go