ADeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

AWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

DThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

AWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

EWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

AGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

DGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

A E AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

AHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

AGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

DOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

AStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

EWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

AGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

DGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

A E AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

DMany people comin' from miles around

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

EMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

ASayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

AGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

DGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

A E AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode