Johnny B. Goode

He came from Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods up

near the evergreens

There stood a log 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 the guitar just

like a ringing a bell

Go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack

And sit beneath the trees by

the railroad tracks

Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm

that the drivers made

And people passing by would stop and say

My my but that little country boy can play

Go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Johnny B. Goode