F#Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

F#Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,

BThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

F#Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

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

F#But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

F#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

BGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

F#He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

F#Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

BOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

F#Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

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

F#'oh, my but that little country boy could play'

F#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

BGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

F#His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,

F#You will be the leader of a big ol' band.

BMany people comin' from miles around

F#Will hear you play your music when the sun go down.

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

F#Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

F#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

BGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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