Johnny B. Good - Chuck Berry

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 name of Johnny B. Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Stroming 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 Johnny go go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go, Johnny B. Goode

His mother 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

Go go, go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go, Johnny B. Goode