Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a country boy named Johnny B goode, He never ever learned to read or write a book, but he could play his guitar just like ringing a bell
Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Aah Johnny B Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Sitting and a playing in the shade, and drumming to the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by used to stop and say, hey that country boy can play
Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Aah, Johnny B Goode
His mama told him Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band and many people coming from miles around, to hear you play your music till the sun goes down Maybe some day your name will be in the light, saying: Johnny B Goode tonight
Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Aaah, Johnny B Goode
Go go, go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go go Aaah, Johnny B Goode