He came from Louisiana, close to New Orleans 
Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens 
There 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 the 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 
Johnny B. Goode 
 
He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack 
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks 
Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade 
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made 
And people passing by would stop and say 
My my but that little country boy can play 
 
Go go 
Go Johnny go go 
Go Johnny go go 
Go Johnny go go 
Go Johnny go go 
Johnny B. Goode