Johnny B Goode
Chuck Berry
Deep Bdown in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
BWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There Ebstood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where Blived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who Fnever ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could Bplay the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
Go! BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! EbGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
BGo! Go, Johnny, go! FGo! Johnny B. BGoode
He Bused to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
BGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old Ebengineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
StrummBin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When Fpeople passed him by they would stop and say,
'oh, my but Bthat little country boy could play'
Go! BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! EbGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
BGo! Go, Johnny, go! FGo! Johnny B. BGoode
His Bmother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
BYou will be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many Ebpeople comin' from miles around
Will Bhear you play your music when the sun go down.
MaybFe someday your name'll be in lights,
Sayin' 'JohnnBy B. Goode tonight''
Go! BGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! EbGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
BGo! Go, Johnny, go! FGo! Johnny B. BGoode