Johnny B. Goode

Lyrics

Well, down in Louisiana, down in New Orleans Back up in the woods among the evergreens There's a fine log cabin made of earth and wood There's a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he can play guitar just like a-ringing a bell Go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Oh, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode He'd carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath the trees-a by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made Pеople passin' by would stop and say My my, how that little country boy can play Go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go (Go, Johnny, go, go) (Go, Johnny, go, go) Oh, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go (Go, Johnny, go, go) Oh, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode Ooh ooh, go, Johnny, go Ooh ooh, go, Johnny, go Ooh ooh, go, Johnny, go Ooh ooh, go, Johnny, go Ooh ooh, go, Johnny, go Ooh ooh His mothеr said to Johnny, "You will be a man You be the leader of a big old band Whoa, many people comin' from miles around To hear you play that guitar when the sun goes down Maybe your name is gonna in lights Saying Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight" Go, go Ooh, go, Johnny, go, go (Go, Johnny, go, go) (Go, Johnny, go, go) Go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go (Go, Johnny, go, go) Oh, Johnny (Johnny), Johnny B. Goode Oh go, Johnny Oh go, Johnny Oh go, Johnny Oh go, Johnny, go, Johnny, go (Go, Johnny, go, go) Go, Johnny (Go, Johnny, go, go) Oh, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode