FDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

FWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,

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

FWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

CWho never ever learned to read or write so well,

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

FGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

A#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

F C FGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

FHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

FGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

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

FStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.

CWhen people passed him by they would stop and say,

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

FGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

A#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

F C FGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

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

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

A#Many people comin' from miles around

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

CMaybe someday your name'll be in lights,

FSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

FGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!

A#Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!

F C FGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode