Yeah! Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans Way back up with the woods among the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode But never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing bell Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go) He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go seat beneath the trees by the railroad track All engineers sitting in the shade Stumming with the rhytm that the drivers made The people passing by, they stopped and said "Oh my, but how that little country boy can play" Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! (Go, Johnny, go) Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go) Johnny B. Goode Go, Johnny His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from a miles around To hear you play your music 'til the sun goes down Maybe someday you 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, go) Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! (Go, Johnny, go) Go go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go! (Go, go, go) Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, go! (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny, go-go-go) Go, Johnny, go