Ladies and gentlemen, rock and roll! And would well live the 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 ringin' a bell
Go, go, go Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track All the engineers would 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 Go, go Go Johnny, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go Johnny B. Goody 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 would well live the 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 ring in a bell
Go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Johnny, be good
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track All the engineers would 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 Go, go, go Johnny, go, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go Johnny, be good His mother 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 when the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will be in the light Saying, Johnny be good tonight
Go, go, go Johnny Deacon Thanks for watching!