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 really 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
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 passing 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
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 soon, your name will be in the 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