Way down louisiana down 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 read or write so well
he could play guitar just like his 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
he sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
the engineers can see him sitting in the shade
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
people passing by you know they stop and say
oh my that little country boy sure could play
Go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode
Well his mama told a morning you would be a man,
and you would be the leader of a big old band.
people go and come from miles around
to listen to you play till the sun goes down
and one day maybe your name gonna 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