Deep down 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 the guitar
Just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree
By the railroad track
Oh!
The engineers would see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing by
They would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy
Could play
Go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go go go
Go, Johnny go 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
Oh, 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
Oh Go
Johnny B. Goode