Johnny b. goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up on the woods among the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode Who'd 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! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! He used to carry his guitar in a gurny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Old engineers in the train would see him him sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passed him by they would stop and say Oh my but that little country boy could play Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! His mother told him someday 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 goes down Maybe some day your name will be in lights Sayin' "Johnny B Goode tonight" Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!