Original Performer: Chuck Berry      Way down in 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 like ringing a bell      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   Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made   People passing by would stop and say   "Oh my, but that little country boy can play"      Go go   Go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go   Johnny B. Goode      His mama 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 til the sun go down   Maybe someday his name would be in lights   Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight      Go go   Go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go   Johnny B. Goode