Way down in Louisiana, down the New Orleans Way back up on the woods among the evergreens There stood a log 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 He could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track The engineer could see him sittin' in the shade Strummin'to the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by you know they stop and say "Oh my, that little country boy sure could play" Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode! Well his mama told him, "One day you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band People gonna come from miles around To listen to you play till the sun goes down And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights A-sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight" Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!