Johnny B. Goode

Yeah!

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up with the woods among the evergreens

There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

But never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like ringing bell

Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go!

Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go)

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go seat beneath the trees by the railroad track

All engineers sitting in the shade

Stumming with the rhytm that the drivers made

The people passing by, they stopped and said

"Oh my, but how that little country boy can play"

Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, Johnny, go)

Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go)

Johnny B. Goode

Go, Johnny

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from a miles around

To hear you play your music 'til the sun goes down

Maybe someday you name will be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go!

Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go)

Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, Johnny, go)

Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go)

Johnny B. Goode

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go)

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, go!

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go

Johnny B. Goode

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Johnny B. Goode

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go

Johnny B. Goode

(Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go