deep down in louisiana close to new orleans way back in the woods among 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 he could play a guitar like ringing a bell go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny b goode he used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack go sit up in the trees by the railroad track the engineers seen him sitting in the shade strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made people passing by would stop and say my my but that little country boy can play go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny b goode his mamma told him someday you will be a man 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 lights johnny b goode tonight go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny go go go johnny b goode