Deep 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 named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar just like a 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,
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passed him by they would stop and say,
'Oh, my but that little country boy sure could play'

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo)

His mother told him, 'oneday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many people comin' from miles around
To listen to you play your music when the sun go down.
Oneday maybe your name'll be in lights,
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight

(Chorus)