Johnny B. Goode Songtext / Lyric

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the pines 'mong the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But eh could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.

Go go, go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny B. Goode.