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 Wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to reed and write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' bell
※Go, go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johmy go, go
Go Johmy go, go, Johnny B. Goode
Used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh sit beneath the trees, linger in the shade
And strummin' with the rhythm that the prophets made
People passin' by would never stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play
Go, go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johmy go, go
Go Johmy go, go, Johnny B. Goode
Ah woow ahw
Let's go I love you commin' down
Shake it up goin' on
…ow …ow …ow …ow
…ow …ow …ow …ow
…ow …ow maybe
His mother told him someday you would be a man
And you will be the leader of a big go band
Many people comin' from the miles around
To hear him play the music till the sun goes down
And maybe someday your name will be in lights
And say Johmy B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johmy go, go
Go Johmy go, go, Johnny B. Goode
Go, go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johmy go, go
Go Johmy go, go, Johnny B. Goode