Johnny B. Goode
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 named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar just like a ringin a bell.
Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go!,Go! Go!
Go, Johnny go! Go! Go! Johhny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineers would see him sittin in the shade,
Strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passed him by they would stop and say,
oh, my but that little 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! Johhny B. Goode
His mother told him, someday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol band.
¡Oh! Many people comin from miles around
Will hear your play your music then the sun go down.
Maybe someday your namell be in lights,
Sayin Johnny B.Goode to night?
Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go!,Go! Go!
Go, Johnny go! Go! Go! Johhny B. Goode
