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 name of Jonny B. Goode...

He never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.



Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go

Go Jonny Go Go 

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Johnny B Goode



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,

Struming with the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my that little country boy could play



Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go

Go Jonny Go Go 

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Jonny B. Good



His mama told him someday he would 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 when the sun go down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying Jonny B. Good tonight.



Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Jonny B. Good