Deep down in Louisiana
Close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens

There stood an log cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
Named Johnny B Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could play a guitar
Just 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 tree
By the railroad track

The engineer could see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made

People passing by they
Would stop and say
Oh my how 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

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

Go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Go Johnny Go Go go

Johnny B Goode