Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
(Chorus)
Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go johnny Go Go
Go johnny Go Go
Go johnny Go Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the tree among the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that country boy sure can play
(Chorus)
His mama told him someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader of a big old band
People will come from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode is playing tonight