DDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

DWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

GThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

DWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

AWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

DGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

GGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D A DGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

DHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

DGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

GOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

DStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

AWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

DGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

GGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D A DGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

GMany people comin' from miles around

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

AMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

DSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

DGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

GGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

D A DGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode