Johnny B. Goode Lyrics

Way down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens
There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a little country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the 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
The engineer would see him sitting there in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by they would stop and say
My how 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

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Well, his mama told him someday you gonna be a man
You gonna be the leader of a country band
The people gonna come from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode...