Johnny B. Goode

Lyrics for 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 a-ringing a bell Go, 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 guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade Stroming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by, they 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 big ol' band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name would be in lights Saying, "Johnny B. Goode tonight" Go, go Go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go Johnny B. Goode