Way down in Louisiana, down in 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 or write so well He could play a guitar just like he's ringing a bell Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a bunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track The engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strumming to the rhythm that the driver made The people passing by, you know they stop and say Oh my, that little country boy sure can play Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Donald Trump Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Well, his mama told him one day you will be a man and you will be the leader of a big old band People gonna come from miles around to listen to you play until the sun goes down And one day maybe you're gonna be in the light saying Johnny be good tonight Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny be good Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go!