“Johnny B. Goode”

“Oh, look out!”

Now deep down Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods along the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named-a Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
I say go, Johnny, go, go
Oh, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineer would hear him sittin’ in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
I say go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
I say go, Johnny, go, go
Oh, Johnny B. Goode
Oh, wow!

[break]

“Yeah, yeah, yeah”

Now his mama told him, “Someday, you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight”

Go, go
I say go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
I say go, Johnny, go, go
Oh yeah, Johnny B. Goode

“Ow! Johnny go!”