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
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, 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 n' people passin' by they would stop and say
'Oh my but that little country boy could play'
Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, 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
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go
Go, Johnny, Go, Go, Go
Johnny B. Goode
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