Way down in Louisiana down in 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.
He never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he´s ringing 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 use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strummin´ to the rhythm that the driver made.
People passing by, you know, they stop and say
Oh my that little country boy sure can play

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

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

Well his mama told him one day you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
People gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight.

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

Oh, Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go...