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 ringing a bell

(Chorus)
Go Go
Go Johnny 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
While sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my, that little country boy can play

(Chorus)

His mama told him someday he would be a man
And you would be the leader of a big old band
Many people will come in from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight