text: Deep down in Louisiana
  Close to New Orleans
  Way back up in the woods
  Among the evergreens
  There stand a country cabin
  Made of clay and wood
  Where lives a young country boy
  Named Johnny B. Goode
  He never learned
  To read or write a book so well
  But he could play his guitar
  Just like a-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!
  Aah Johnny B. Goode!
  He used to carry his guitar
  In a gunny sack
  Sit beneath the trees
  By the railroad track
  Oh sitting and a-playing
  In the shade
  Drumming to the rhythm
  That the drivers made
  People passing by
  Used to stop and say
  My oh my
  That country boy can play
  Go go, go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Aah Johnny B. Goode!
  Well his mama told him
  Someday you will be a man
  And you will be the leader
  Of a big old band
  Many people coming
  From miles around
  To hear you play your music
  Till the sun goes down
  Maybe some day
  Your name will be in light
  Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!
  Go go, go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Go Johnny go go go!
  Aah Johnny B. Goode!