JOHNNY B. GOODE.
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 AND WRITE SO WELL
BUT HE COULD PLAY GUITAR JUST LIKE – A RINGIN’ A BELL
** GO! GO! GO JOHNNY GO! GO!
GO JOHNNY 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
OLD ENGINEERS WOULD SEE HIM SITTIN’ IN THE SHADE
WHEN PEOPLE PASSED HIM BY THEY WOULD STOP AND SAY
OH MY BUT THAT LITTLE COUNTRY BOY COULD PLAY
Repeat **
HIS MOTHER TOLD HIM SOMEDAY YOU WILL BE A MAN
YOU WILL BE THE LEADER OF A BIG OL’ BAND
MANY PEOPLE COMIN’ FROM MILES AROUND
WILL HEAR YOU PLAY YOUR MUSIC WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
MAYBE SOMEDAY YOUR NAME’LL BE IN LIGHTS
SAYIN’ JOHNNY B. GOODE. TONIGHT
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