Deep 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 of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But  he could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go  go
Go Johnny go
Go  go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh,  the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you will be a man
And you would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight