Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar like ringin 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
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track
The engineers seen him sittin in the shade
Strummin to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin by would stop and say
My my, but that little country boy can play!
Go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him Someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Go go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Thank you