Way down 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 name of Johnny B. Goode...

He never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go Go

Go Johnny Go

Go Go

Johny  B. Goode

His mama told him someday he would be a man,

And he would be the leader of a big old band.

Many [bad word] from miles around

To hear him play his music when the sun go down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. 

Go Go

Go Johnny Go

Go Go

Johny  B. Goode