Original Performer: Chuck Berry



Way 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 name of Johnny B. Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell



Go go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode



He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would stop and say

"Oh my, but that little country boy can play"



Go go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode



His mama told him someday he would be a man

And he would be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear him play his music til the sun go down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight



Go go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode