Lyrics of Johnny b. goode

Deep down in louisiana, close to new orleans,
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens.
There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood,
Where lives a country boy named johnny b. goode.
He never learned to read or write a book so well.
He could play his guitar just like a-ringing the bell.

Go, go, go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Aah - johnny b. goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack.
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade,
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say:
"my, but how that country boy could play"

Go, go, go, johnny, go, go, go

Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Aah - johnny b. goode

Ooh

Well, his mama told him, "someday, you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down.
Maybe someday, your name will be in lights
Saying: 'johnny b. goode tonight' "

Go, go, go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Go, johnny, go, go, go
Johnny b. goode