deep down louisiana
close to new orleans
way back up in the woods
among the evergreens
there stood a 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 the guitar
just like a ringing a bell
go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b goode
he used to carry his
guitar in a gunny sack
go sit beneath the tree
by the railroad track
oh the engineerswould see
him sitting in the shade
strumming with the rhythm
that the drivers made
people passing by they
would stop and say
oh my that little country
boy could play
go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b goode
his mother 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 when the sun go down
maybe someday your
name will be in lights
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
johnny b goode
