Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up with the woods among the Evergreens

There Stood a cabin made of earth and wood

There lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play a guitar just like ringing bell

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sitting in the trees by the railroadtrack

All engineers sitting in the shade

stumming with the rhytm that the drivers made

people passing by, they stopped and said, "Oh 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!

Johhnny B Goode! Go Johnny!

His mother told him someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from a miles around

To hear you play your music till the sound goes down

Maybe someday you name will be in lights, saying Johnny B Goode Tnight

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Johnny B Goode!

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Johnny B Goode

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!

Go go! Go Johnny Go Go Go! Go Johnny Go!