[00:18.09]Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
[00:20.75]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
[00:23.43]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
[00:26.31]Where lived a country boy
[00:27.55]By named Johnny B. Goode
[00:29.11]Who never ever learned to read or write so well
[00:31.67]But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
[00:34.44]Go Go
[00:36.47]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:39.34]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:42.30]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:45.15]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:48.63]Johnny B. Goode
[00:52.03]He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[00:55.23]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
[00:57.77]Oh the engineers saw him sitting in the shade
[01:01.04]Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
[01:04.10]People passing by would stop and say
[01:06.45]Oh my that little country boy could play
[01:09.40]Go Go
[01:11.32]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:14.12]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:17.06]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:20.01]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:23.82]Johnny B. Goode
[02:02.43]His mother told him someday you would be a man
[02:05.32]And you would be the leader of a big old band
[02:08.24]Many people coming from miles around
[02:11.14]To hear you play your music 'til the sun go down
[02:14.08]Maybe someday your name would be in lights
[02:16.70]Saying Johnny B  Good tonight
[02:18.96]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[02:22.22]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[02:25.35]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[02:28.17]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[02:31.86]Go Johnny B. Goode