Deep down
in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth
and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like
ringing a bell
Go, go, go Johnny. Go, go, go Johnny
Go, go, go Johnny. Go, go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode…