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