He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell



Go go

Go Johnny go go

Johnny B. Goode



He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks

Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

And people passing by would stop and say

My my but that little country boy can play



~CHORUS