Chuck Berry
Ab, Bb, Eb, F, Gm
Deep down in Oceania, 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 the guitar just like a ring and a bell
Go, Go, Go Johnny Go, Go, Go Johnny Go, Go, Go Johnny Go, Go, Go Johnny Go, Go, Go Johnny Be Good