Way down in Louisiana, down in New OrleansWay back up in the woods among the evergreensThere stood a log cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. GoodeWho never ever learned to read or write so wellHe could play guitar just like he's ringing a bellGo, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goJohnny B. GoodeHe used to carry his guitar in a bunny sackAnd sit beneath the trees by the railroad trackThe engineer could seeHe was sitting in the shadeStrolling to the rhythm that could drive a manPeople passing by, you know, they stop and sayOh, my, that little country boy sure can playGo, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goJohnny B. GoodemusicmusicmusicmusicmusicmusicmusicmusicmusicGo, go, go Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goJohnny, be goodWell, his mama told him one day you will be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandAnd people gonna come from miles aroundTo listen to you play till the sun goes downAnd one day maybe you're gonna be enlightenedSaying, Johnny, be good tonightGo, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goJohnny, be goodGo, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go