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

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

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

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

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

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

C#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

F#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

C#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

F#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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

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

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

F#Many people comin' from miles around

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

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

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

C#Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

F#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

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