Johnny B. Good

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old 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 a guitar just like a ring of a bell

Go-go, go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
He sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would blow a whistle everyday
A little to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by used to stop and say
"Oh my, I bet that little country boy can play

Go-go, go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode
Oh, yeah now

Well, now, his mama told him someday you're gonna be a man
Say you're gonna 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
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode, I like to shake it tonight

Go-go, go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode