♪ Way down in Louisiana, down in New Orleans Back up in the woods with the evergreens In a little cabin made of earth and wood Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Never ever learned to read or write too well But he could play a guitar just like a ring and a bell I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode, yeah Used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sat beneath the trees in the railroad track Engineer would throw his whistle every day And he'd listen to the rhythm that the engine made People passing by used to stop and say Well, my, that country boy can play I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Mama told him one day he would be a One of the greatest guitar players In the world Mama told him one day he would be a man Then he'd be the leader of a rock and roll band People gonna come from miles around Just to hear that Johnny be good and lay it down He'll be standing there with his name and license Johnny be good, come on and sing it tonight I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, I said, Goode, Goode Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode, I said, Goode, Goode, Johnny Goode Goode