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

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

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

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

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

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

G#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

C#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

G#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

C#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

C#Many people comin' from miles around

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

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

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

G#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

C#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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