Johnny B. Goode

Deep 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 Who never ever learned to read or write so

well But he could play a guitar just like a ring

in a bell go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be good

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

all engine everything sitting in the shade strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

the people passing by they would stop and say oh my was that a little country boy to play go go

go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go

johnny be good

his mother told him someday you will be a man and you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

Will hear you play your music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in light

Saying 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