Deep down in Louisianna close to New Orleans
way back up in the woods among the evergreens
there stood a long cabin made of earth and wood
where lived a countryboy named Johnny B. Goode
who never ever learned to read and write so well
but he could play the guitar just like ringing 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
or sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
oh the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
strumming with the rhythm that the drives made
the people passing by they would stop and say
oh my what that little country boy could play
Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny 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 old band
many people coming from miles around
to hear you play your music when the sun go down
maybe someday your 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 Johnny B. Goode