Johnny b Good

Deep down in Louisianna close to New Orleans

way back up in the woods among the evergreens

there stood a long cabin made of earth and wood

where lived a countryboy named Johnny B. Goode

who never ever learned to read and write so

well but he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go

go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

or sit beneath a tree by the railroad track

oh the engineers would see him sitting in the shade

strumming with the rhythm that the drives made

the people passing by they would stop and say

oh my what that little country boy could play

Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go

go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode

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

to hear you play your music when the sun go down

maybe someday your name will be in lights

saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go go Johnny go go go go Johnny go

go go go Johnny go go go go Johnny go

go Johnny B. Goode