Johnny B. Goode

Way down Louisiana by New Orleans
Lived a baby boy who loved the evergreens
He studied all the time and made a map in wood
Every morning Johnny B. Goode
Never ever learned to read or write so well
But he played a guitar like ringing a bell

Go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Hey, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Go sit beneath the tree and play all day
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
"My, how that little country boy could play"

Go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Hey, Johnny B. Goode

His mama told him, "Someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a kick ass band
Many people gonna come from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Johnny B. Goode tonight"

I said go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Hey, Johnny B. Goode