Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods 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 his guitar like 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
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
The pеople passing by would all 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
Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him Somеday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
Will see you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
Ah, go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go 
Johnny B. Goode
Ah, go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go 
Johnny B. Goode
Thank yall, good night