Johnny B Goode

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