JOHNNY B. GOODE

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to read and write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go, go Johnny go Go go, go Johnny go He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Old engineer sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by would stop and say “Oh my but how that little country boy could play” Go go, go Johnny go Go go, go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode His mother told him someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music till the sun goes down Maybe some day your name will be in lights, saying Johnny B. Goode tonight Go go, go Johnny go Go go, go Johnny go Go go, go Johnny go Go go, go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode Go go, go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode…