Way down on the Louisiana coast in New OrleansBack up in the woods among the evergreensThere stood a lock, Kevin Burke, earth and woodWho lived a country boy and a Johnny BeagleHe never ever learned to read or write so wellBut he could play the guitar like a ring in a bellGo, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goJohnny BeagleHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackAnd sit beneath the trees by the railroad trackOld engineers used to sleep in the shadeStrumbling by the riddles that the drivers madePeople passing byWould stop and sayOh, mama, that little country boy could playGo, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goJohnny BeagleGo, go, go, Johnny, go, go, Go, Johnny, go, goGo, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Go, Johnny BeagleGo, go, go, Johnny, go, go, Johnny BeagleGreenside CueThe habiliry başDelray loadingIt's got to turn to Sunday, you'll be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandOh, many people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun goes downMaybe someday you'll realizeThat Johnny B. Goode tonightGo, go, go, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goGo, Johnny, go, goJohnny B. GoodeGo, Johnny, go, Johnny