Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans 

Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens 

There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood 

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode 

That never ever learned to read and write so well 

But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell 



Go go, go Johnny go 

Johnny B. Goode 



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track 

Old engineer sitting in the shade 

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made 

The people passing by would stop and say 

"Oh my but how that little country boy could play" 



Go go, go Johnny go 

Johnny B. Goode 



His mother told him some day 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 

Johnny B. Goode