Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stands a country cabin made of tar and wood
Where lives a country boy named Johnny B Goode
He never learned to read or write a book so well
He could play his guitar just like a-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
Ah, Johnny B Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say
My, but how that country boy can play
Go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Ah, Johnny B Goode
Well, his mama told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight
Go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
Ah, Johnny B Goode |
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