 Deep 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 named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a ringing of bells Go, go! Go, Joey, go, go! Go, Joey, go, go! Go, Joey, go, go! Go, Joey, go, go!