This thing's fast, manAll right, Sonny, you better get all those folks out of the studioDeep down in Louisiana, close to New OrleansWay back up in the woods, a month of ever breezeStood an old cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny P. GoodeHe never ever learned to read or write so wellBut he could play a guitar like a ring in a bellGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, oh, Johnny P. GoodeHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath a tree by the railroad trackHold hands and in a train to the new machineStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers madeThe people passing by, they would stop and sayOh, my, but that little country boy could playGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, goGoGo, go, JohnnyGoGo, Johnny, go-go-goGoJohnny GoGo, Johnny, goGoGoHere he comeWell his mother told himSomeday you will beAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun goes downMaybe someday your name will be in lightsSaying, Johnny be good tonightOh, go, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goGo, Johnny, go, go, goOh, Johnny be goodGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, Johnny, goOh, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, go, goJohnny be goodGo, go, go, Johnny, goGo, go, go, JohnnyOh, Johnny be goodOh, Johnny be goodGo, Johnny, go!Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.Go, go, Johnny, go!Go, Johnny, be good!Yes, he is.Go, go, Johnny!Go, go, Johnny!Go, go, Johnny!Go, go, Johnny, go!Go, Johnny, be good!