[Verse 1]
Way down in Louisiana, down to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy, name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Johnny B. Goode
[Verse 2]
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers could see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the driver made
People passing by, y'know they'd stop and say
"Oh my, that little country boy sure could play,"
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Johnny B. Goode
Way down in Louisiana, down to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy, name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Johnny B. Goode
[Verse 2]
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers could see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the driver made
People passing by, y'know they'd stop and say
"Oh my, that little country boy sure could play,"
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go go
Johnny B. Goode
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