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
Name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or 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 use to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him
Sitting in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my 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 would 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