Johnny B. Goode John Denver

Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin mad of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy, name of Johnny B. Goode
He 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 gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing 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
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny B. Goode