Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans 
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens 
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood 
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode 
Who never learned to read or write so well 
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell 
 
Go go 
Go Johnny go go go 
Go Johnny go go go 
Go Johnny go go go 
Go Johnny go go go 
Go go Johnny B. Goode 
 
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 
Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track 
An engineer could see him sitting in the shade 
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made 
The People passing by, they would stop and say 
Oh my, how that little country boy could play 
 
His mother told him, someday you will be a man 
You will be the leader of a big old band 
Many people coming from miles around 
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down 
And maybe someday your name will be in lights 
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight