Deep down in Lou'siana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens -
There stood a lo-og 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 the 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' the engineers see him sitting in the shade
 [bad word] #39; with the rhythm that the dri-ivers made.
Well, people passing ba-ay they would stop and say:
"Oh my! What that little country bo-oy could play!"

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

(Guitar & piano solo)

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band!
Many [bad word] #39; from miles around
To hear you play your music when the su-un go down!
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Sayin' "Johnny B. Goo-ude 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!