Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up on the woods among the evergreens
There is an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar like a-ringin a bell

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, go on, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Would sit up in the trees by the railroad track
The engineers would see him sittin in the shade
Strummin to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin by would all stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, go on, Johnny B. Goode

Papa told him someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big ole band
Many people comin from all miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe some day your name will be in lights
Sayin "Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, go on, Johnny B. Goode

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, go on, Johnny B. Goode

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
51
51.62
Monoral Weird Kind Of Swings Lyrics
Jane Connell Gooch's Song Lyrics