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

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

G#There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

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

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

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

D#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

G#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D# A# D#Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

G#Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

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

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

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

D#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

G#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D# A# D#Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

G#Many people comin' from miles around

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

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

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

D#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

G#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D# A# D#Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode