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