Johnny B. Goode

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 named Johnny B. Goode
 Who never ever learned to read or write so well
 But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
 Go go, go Johnny go go
 Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go
 Go go go go go, Johnny B. Goode
 He carry his guitar in a gunny sack
 And go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
 Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
 Stroming to the rhythm that the drivers made
 People passing by would stop and say
 Oh my, that little country boy could play
 Go 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 he would be a man
 And you will be the leader of a great big band
 Many people coming from miles around
 To hear him play his music when the sun go down
 Maybe someday your name would be in lights
 Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
 Go go, go go go go
 i sad go, sin, sing
 sing my song, one more time let me hear sing my song
 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Johnny B. Goodie