text: 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 named Johnny B. Goode
  Who never ever learned to read or write so well
  But he could play a guitar just like a ringin a bell
  Go Go
  Go Johnny Go Go
  Go Johnny Go Go
  Go Johnny Go Go
  Go Johnny Go Go
  Johnny B. Goode
  He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
  Oh sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
  Oh the engineers would see him sittin in the shade
  Strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made
  Oh n people passin by they would stop and say
  Oh my but that little country boy could play
  His mother told him some day you will be a man
  And you will be the leader of a big ol band
  Many people comin from miles around
  To hear you play your music when the sun go down
  Maybe some day your name will be in lights sayin
  Johnny B. Goode tonight