Johnny B Goode

Way down 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 name
Of Johnny B goode
He never ever learned to read
Or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Like ringing a bell

Go Go go Johnny Go
Go Go johny be good
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see
Him sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go Go go Johnny Go
Go Go johny be good

His mama told him someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music
When the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B goode tonight