Johnny B. Goode Lyrics

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 a guitar
just like a-ringin' a bell.

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
or sit beneath the tree,
by the railroad track
The engineer could see him,
sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm,
that the drivers made
People passing by,
they would stop and say,
Oh my but that country boy can play
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'll be a man,
and you will be the leader of a rock and roll band
Many people coming from a-miles around,
to hear you play yer guitar 'til the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights,
saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode