Johnny B. Goode (2).kar

Way 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
By name of Johnny B. Goode

He 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, Go Johnny Go

Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers saw him sitting in the shade,

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Go Johnny Go

Go Go, Go Johnny Go
Go Go, Johnny B. Goode

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 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Good tonight.

Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go

Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Johnny B. Goode