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 be good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
 [bad word] Go, go, go jonny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go, johnny be good

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
O the engineer would see him sitting in the shade [bad word]  to the rhythm that the driver made
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy can play
 [bad word] 
His mama told him some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many [bad word] from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' jonny be good tonight
 [bad word]