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 people passing 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;
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny B. Goode
His momma told him someday you will be 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, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny B. Goode
Thank you
This old place is closing up, and so lets give this old place a big round of applause
Because its done us all real good
That was Mickey, Mickey Hart on drums
Bill Kreutzmann on drums
Phil Lesh on bass
Donna Godchaux, vocals
Keith Godchaux, keyboards
Jerry Garcia on guitar
Bob Weir on guitar
The Grateful Dead, please
Theyre the greatest rock and roll band that ever was, The Grateful Dead