Deep down in Louisiana
close to New Orleans,
way back up in the woods
among the evergreens,
there stand a country cabin
made of clay and wood,
where lives a young country boy
named Johnny B goode,
He never ever learned
to read or write a book,
but he could play his guitar
just like a 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
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,
drumming to the rhythm
that the drivers made
People passing by
used to stop and say
My oh my, that country boy can 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

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 some day
your name will be in light,
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
Aaah Johnny B Goode!