johnny b. goode

deep down in 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 named johnny b. goode

who never ever learned to read or write so well

but he could play a guitar just like a-ringing 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

oh

the engineer would see him sittin' in the shade

strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

the people passing by

they would stop and say

oh my