Johnny Be Good

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 of Johnny B Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B Goode His mother told him someday you will be a man And you would 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 Johnny B Goode