JOHNNY B.GOODE

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'd never ever learned to read or write so well 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! Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Ol' engineer would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passin' by, they would stop and say Oh, 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 His mother told him “Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music till the sun goes down Maybe some day your name'll be in lights A-sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight” Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode