Deep down in Louisianna
        Close to New Orleans
        Way back up in the woods
        Among the evergreens
        There stand a country cabin
        Made of clay and wood
        Where lives a young country boy
        Named Johnny B. Goode
        He never ever learned
        To read or write a book so well
        But he could play his guitar
        Just like a-ringing a bell 
      Go go, go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Aah Johnny B. Goode!
      He used to carry his guitar
        In a gunny sack
        Sit beneath the trees
        By the railroad track
        Oh sitting and a-playing
        In the shade
        Drumming to the rhythm
        That the drivers made
        People passing by
        Used to stop and say
        My oh my
        That country boy can play
      Go go, go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Go Johnny go go go!
        Aah Johnny B. Goode!
      Well his mama told him
        Someday you will be a man
        And you will be the leader
        Of a big old band
        Many people coming
        From miles around
        To hear you play your music
        Till the sun goes down
        Maybe some day
        Your name will be in light
        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 go!
        Aah Johnny B.Goode!