Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell
Go Go... Go Johnny Go... Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[Well] sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People pa**ing by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play
Go Go... Go Johnny Go... Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go
Go... Johnny B. Goode
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His mother told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go Go... Go Johnny Go...
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