He came from Louisiana, close to New Orleans   Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens   There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood   Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode   He never ever learned to read or write so well   But he could play the guitar just like a 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 used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack   And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks   Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade   Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made   And people passing by would stop and say   My my but that little country boy can play      Go go   Go Johnny go go   Go Johnny go go   Go Johnny go go   Go Johnny go go   Johnny B. Goode