Way down in Louisiana, down in 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
He could play guitar just like he's ringing a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a bunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineer could see
He was sitting in the shade
Strolling to the rhythm that could drive a man
People passing by, you know, they stop and say
Oh, my, that little country boy sure can play
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
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Go, go, go Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny, be good
Well, his mama told him one day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
And people gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till the sun goes down
And one day maybe you're gonna be enlightened
Saying, Johnny, be good tonight
Go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny, be good
Go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go