(Chuck Berry)



Way down in Lousiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens

Stood an old 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 a guitar just like a ringin' a bell

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go

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



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

The engineer catch him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made.



The people goin' by they'd stop and wave

Oh, that little country boy could play

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go

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



Now his mama told him someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big ole band

The people gonna come from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.



Maybe someday your name will be at lights

Johnny B Goode tonight

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go

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



Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go

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



Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go

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