Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood
Where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write a book so well
He could play his guitar just like a-ringing the bell

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Aah - Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say:
"My, but how that country boy could play"

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Aah - Johnny B. Goode
Ooh

Well, his mama told him, "Someday, you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday, your name will be in lights
Saying: 'Johnny B. Goode tonight' "

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode