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 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:
01' engineer in the train' 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 could play

His mother told him,
"Some day you be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band"
Many people cornin' from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe some day your name'll be in lights
A-savin' Johnny B.Goode tonight


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