Jonny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
There lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never worked a day in his life
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' 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 pick up all the girls and he would take 'em everywhere
He used to drive 'em crazy, make 'em bawl and shout
He used to take 'em dancin' and he would make 'em do the cow
And then he would take 'em all and send 'em back for more
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 play the guitar like he never played before
He used to rock 'em all till they would beg to go more
He used to rock 'em till the ground just would give up and fall
And then he would take 'em all and he would make 'em sing and bawl
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode