Paul Mccartney - Johnny B. Goode lyrics

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood Where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write a book so well He could play his guitar just like a-ringing the bell Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Aah - Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made People pa**ing by used to stop and say: "My, but how that country boy could play" Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Aah - Johnny B. Goode Ooh Well, his mama 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 till the sun goes down Maybe someday, your name will be in lights Saying: 'Johnny B. Goode tonight' " Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Johnny B. Goode