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

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

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

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

FWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

A#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

D#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

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

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

FWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

A#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

D#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

D#Many people comin' from miles around

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

FMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

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

A#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

D#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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