Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans
Back up in the hills among the evergreens
There stood an old 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 ringin′ a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
People coming by, they would stop and wave
Oh my, but that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode
Alright, guys!
Well, his momma told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people come from miles around
To hear you play the guitar when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
But Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode