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 ringin´ a bell

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Oh sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Oh the engineers would see him sittin in the shade
Strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made
Oh people passin´ by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him ´some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol´ band
Many people comin´ from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe some day your name will be in lights sayin
Johnny B. Goode´ tonight

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B. Goode