Deep down in Louisiana,

back in New Orleans

Way back up in the woods,

among the evergreens

Stood a log cabin,

made of earth and wood

Where lived a hillbilly boy,

named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned,

to read or write so well

But he could rock n' roll,

like a bat out of hell

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

He sit down by 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,

my that St. Louie boy can play

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'll be a man,

you'll be the leader of a really cool band

Many people coming from a-miles around,

to hear you get it on when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights,

saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode