Deep down in Louisiana close
to New Orleans ... Way back in the woods among the
evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood... Where
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well... But he
could play the guitar like ringin' a bell
Go go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny
go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack... Go sit up in
the trees along the railroad track
The engineers'd see him sittin' in the shade... Strummin' to
the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin' by would stop and say... "Oh my, but that
little country boy can play !"
Go go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny
go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny B. Goode
Chorus
His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man"... You will
be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around... To hear you play
your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights... Sayin' "Johnny
B. Goode tonight"
Go go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny
go... Go, go Johnny go... Go, go Johnny B. Goode
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