CDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

CWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

FThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

CWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

GWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

CGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

FGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

C G CGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

CHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

CGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

FOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

CStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

GWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

CGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

FGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

C G CGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

FMany people comin' from miles around

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

GMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

CSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

CGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

FGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

C G CGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode