Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans   Way back up in the woods among the evergreens   There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood   Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode   Who never learned to read or write so well   But he could play a guitar just 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   Go go Johnny B. Goode      He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack   Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track   An engineer could see him sitting in the shade   Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made   The People passing by, they would stop and say   Oh my, how that little country boy could play      His mother told him, someday you will be a man   You will be the leader of a big old band   Many people coming from miles around   To hear you play your music when the sun goes down   And maybe someday your name will be in lights   Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight