Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell



Go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go Johnny go go go

Go go Johnny B. Goode



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track

An engineer could see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

The People passing by, they would stop and say

Oh my, how that little country boy could play



His mother told him, someday you will be a man

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 goes down

And maybe someday your name will be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight