Johnny B Goode
Chuck Berry
Deep Adown in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
AWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There Dstood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where Alived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who Enever ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could Aplay the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
Go! AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! DGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
AGo! Go, Johnny, go! EGo! Johnny B. AGoode
He Aused to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
AGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old Dengineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
StrummAin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When Epeople passed him by they would stop and say,
'oh, my but Athat little country boy could play'
Go! AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! DGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
AGo! Go, Johnny, go! EGo! Johnny B. AGoode
His Amother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
AYou will be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many Dpeople comin' from miles around
Will Ahear you play your music when the sun go down.
MaybEe someday your name'll be in lights,
Sayin' 'JohnnAy B. Goode tonight''
Go! AGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! DGo!
Go, Johnny, go!
AGo! Go, Johnny, go! EGo! Johnny B. AGoode