Johnny B. Goode

When you're down in Louisiana go to New Orleans
Way back up to the woods among the Evergreens
There's a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write at all
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

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

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
All engines on the trains in the state
Thumbing to the rhythm that guitar 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
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

Well, his Mama told him someday he would be man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you playing music when the sun goes down
Maybe your name will be in lights saying Johnny B. Goode

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



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen, Chuck Berry
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