Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans   Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode   Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens   There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood   But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell   That never ever learned to read and write so well   Go go. Go Johhny go         Johnny B. Goode   He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack   Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track   Old engineer sitting in the shade   Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made      The people passing by would stop an say   Johnny B. Goode   ³Oh my but how that little country boy could play²   Go go. Go Johnny go   Many people coming from miles around   And you will be the leader of a big old band      His mother told him someday you will be a man   Johnny B. Goode tonight   To hear you play your music till the sun goes down   Maybe some day your name will be in lights, saying   Go go. Go Johnny go      Johnny B. Goode