Johnny B. Goode

Well down in Lousiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens

There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a little country boy named Johnny B Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

He could play a guitar just like a 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 used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made

The people passin' by they would stop and say

My how that little country boy can play

Go go go Johnny go go...

Well his mama told him someday you will be a man

You will be the leader of a country band

The people gonna come from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be at lights sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight

Yeah go go go Johnny go go...