EDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

EWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

AThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

EWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

BWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

EGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

AGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

E B EGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

EHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

EGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

AOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

EStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

BWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

EGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

AGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

E B EGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

AMany people comin' from miles around

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

BMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

ESayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

EGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

AGo, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

E B EGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode