Deep down in Louisianna 'cross the New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreen
There stood a little 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 a guitar like a ringing bell

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his his guitar and a gun in sack,
'Cause if he need to treat by the railroad track
All engineers they been tappin' in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
But people passing by they would stop and see,
How marvellous that little country boy could play

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
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 coming from miles around,
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Says, Johnny B. Goode tonight

I said go, go Johnny go, go,
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

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