Johnny B. Goode

Chuck Berry

guitar lyrics Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood and old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B.Goode Who'd never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 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 Ol'engineer in the train sittin' in the shade Strummin'with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passin' by they would stop and say Oh, my, but that little country boy could play Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Johnny B.Goode