Way 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
Name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Just like ringing a bell
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 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
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by
would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go
Go Johnny
Go go go
Go Johnny
Go go go
Go Johnny
Go go go
Go Johnny
Go go go
I said Johnny B. Goode


His mama told him someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying johnny b. goode tonight