Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like 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 Go go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track An engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, how that little country boy could play
His mother told him, someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down And maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
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