Way down in Louisianna
Down in New Orleans,
way back up in the woods
among evergreens,
stood a log cabin
made of earth and wood,
where lived a country boy
named Johnny B.Goode,
he never ever learned
to read or write so well,
but he could play his guitar
just like a-ringing a bell.

Go go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Johnny B. Goode.

He used to carry his guitar
In A Burlip Sack,
And sit beneath the trees
by the railroad track.
Th Engineer Could See Him Sitting In The Shade,
Strumming to the rhythm
that the driver made.
People passing by
You Know They'd stop and say:
Oh My,
that Little country boy can play.

Go go,
Go Johnny go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go!
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Johnny B.Goode!

Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Johnny B. Goode

Well his mama told him:
someday you will be a man.
And you will be the leader
In a big old band.
People'll Go To Clubs,
from miles around,o Go
to Listen To You Play,
till the sun goes down.
Some day Maybe
your name gonna be in lights,
saying: Johnny
B. Goode tonight!

Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Johnny B Goode.

Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go,
Go Johnny Go Go Go,
Johnny B Goode.