Johnny B Goode

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
By name of Johnny B. Goode
He 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 Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his
Guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by
The railroad track the engineers saw
Him sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing
By would stop and say
Oh my that little
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 Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him someday
He would be a man
And he would be the
Leader of a big old band
Many people coming
From miles around
To hear him play his
Music 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday his
Name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Good tonight
Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode