Johnny B. Goode

Johnny B. Goode
Down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among 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 a guitar just like a-ringin′ a bell
I say, go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
I say go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin′ with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by the would stop and say
Oh, my! But that little country boy can play
I say, go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Hey! Johnny B. Goode
Mother told him, "Some day, you gonna be a man"
You'll be the leader of a big ol' band"
Many people comin′ miles around
Hear you play rock when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be back in lights
Sayin′, "Johnny B. Goode tonight"
I say, go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go, Johnny B. Goode