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 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
The peoplе passing by would stop and say
Whoa, my 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
Go Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him someday you will bе a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Seeing Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny B. Goode
Go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny B. Goode
Thanks a lot, everybody, well see yall later. Well see yall in Syracuse tomorrow night