Deep down in Louisiana close to 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 name of Jonny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Struming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Go Jonny Go Go
Jonny B. Good

His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Jonny B. Good tonight.

Go Go Go Jonny Go
Go Go Go Go Jonny Go
Go Go Go Go Jonny Go
Go Go Go Go Jonny Go
Go Jonny B. Good