Johnny B Good

Deep down in Louisiana close to 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 a guitar just Like a-ringin' a bell. Go go, Go Johnny go. Go, Go Johnny go. go. Go, go go. Go, Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny Sack. Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad Track. Oh, the engineer would say, "Sittin' in shade, strummin' with the rhythm that The drivers made." When people passin' by, they would stop and say, "Oh my, but that little country boy can play." Go go, Go Johnny go. Go, go Johnny go. Go, go Johnny Go Johnny Go, go, Go, Johnny B. Goode. You know his mother told him, "Johnny, you will Be a man, and you will be the leader Of a big old band. Many people comin' from miles around to hear you Play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight." Go go, go Johnny Go. Go go, go, Johnny go. Go go go, Johnny go. Go go, go go, Johnny B. Goode.