[00:18.400]Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
[00:21.900]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
[00:25.500]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
[00:27.800]Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
[00:30.800]He never ever learned to read or write so well,
[00:33.800]But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
[00:36.800]Go Go
[00:37.800]Go Johnny Go
[00:39.800]Go Go
[00:41.800]Go Johnny Go
[00:42.800]Go Go
[00:44.400]Go Johnny Go
[00:45.400]Go Go
[00:47.400]Go Johnny Go
[00:48.400]Go Go
[00:52.000]Johnny B. Goode
[00:55.600]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[01:00.700]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
[01:02.700]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
[01:06.700]Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
[01:08.700]People passing by would stop and say
[01:11.700]Oh my that little country boy could play
[01:14.700]Go Go
[01:15.700]Go Johnny Go
[01:17.700]Go Go
[01:18.700]Go Johnny Go
[01:19.700]Go Go
[01:21.700]Go Johnny Go
[01:23.700]Go Go
[01:25.700]Go Johnny Go
[01:26.700]Go Go
[01:29.000]Johnny B. Goode
[02:11.500]His mama told him someday he would be a man,
[02:14.500]And he would be the leader of a big old band.
[02:17.500]Many people coming from miles around
[02:20.500]To hear him play his music when the sun go down
[02:23.500]Maybe someday his name would be in lights
[02:25.500]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
[02:29.700]Go Go
[02:30.700]Go Johnny Go
[02:32.600]Go Go
[02:35.500]Go Johnny Go
[02:36.800]Go Go
[02:37.800]Go Johnny Go
[02:40.300]Go Go
[02:41.300]Go Johnny Go
[02:42.300]Go Go
[02:46.300]Go Go
[02:47.300]Johnny B. Goode