Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin mad of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like he 's 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

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

The engineers would see him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would they would stop and say

Oh my but that little country boy sure can play



Go, go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go, go Johnny go

Go, go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny B. Goode



Well his mama told him some day you will be a man

You will be the leader of a big old band

Many people comin' from miles around

Just to hear you play your music till the sun go down

Maybe some day your name will be in lights

Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight



Go, go, go, go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny go

Go, go Johnny B. Goode