Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods, only evergreens

There's still a log cabin made of earth and wood

We'll let the country boy named Johnny be good

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he can play a guitar just like a ring in a bell

Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny,

be good.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

Oh, in the evening there's a team setting in the jade, strumming with the rhythm that

the driver played.

And people passing by, they will stop and say, "Oh my, but that little country boy at the plate."

Go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Johnny, be good.

It's more important someday you will be a man.

And you will be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around.

Take it, you playin' music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in life

Sayin', Johnny be good tonight

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go

Johnny be good