BDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

BWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

EThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

BWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

F#Who never ever learned to read or write so well,

BBut he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

BGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

EGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

B F# BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

BHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

BGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

EOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

BStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

F#When people passed him by they would stop and say,

B'oh, my but that little country boy could play'

BGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

EGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

B F# BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

BHis mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,

BYou will be the leader of a big ol' band.

EMany people comin' from miles around

BWill hear you play your music when the sun go down.

F#Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,

BSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

BGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

EGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

B F# BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode