Johnny B. Goode

Deep down louisiana close 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,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.



Go go

Go johnny go

Go go

Johnny b. goode



He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade                                                                        Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my that little country boy could play



His mama told him someday he would be a man,

And he would be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear him play his music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name would be in lights

Saying johnny b. goode tonight.










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