Deep down in 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 ringin' a bell
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
When people passed him by they would stop and say
'Oh, my but that little country boy could play'
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big ol' band
Many people comin' from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Syin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode