Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Deep back up in the pines among the evergreens
There is 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 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
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 sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
Thе people passing by would stop and say
Whoa, my, that little country boy can play!
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Whoa, Johnny B. Goodе
His mama told him Someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
Whoa, go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Oh, Johnny B. Goode
Ow
Ah, go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Whoa, Johnny B. Goode
Good evening, folks. Thats all the time we got