Johnny B. Goode
Chuck Berry


[Verse]

     
Deep down in L

ouisiana, clos

e to New Orlea

ns,

Way back up in

 the woods amo

ng the evergre

ens,
      
There stood a 

log cabin made

 of earth and 

wood
      
Where lived a 

country boy na

med Johnny B. 

Goode
    
Who never ever

 learned to re

ad or write so

 well,
             
But he could p

lay the guitar

 just like a r

ingin' a bell.


[Chorus]

    
Go! Go! Go, Jo

hnny, go! Go!
              
Go, Johnny, go

   
! Go!  

Go, Johnny, go! 
             
Go! Go, Johnny

             
, go! Go! John

       
ny B. Goode


[Verse]

     
He used to car

ry his guitar 

in a gunny sac

k,

Go sit beneath

 the tree by t

he railroad tr

ack.
      
Old engineers 

would see him 

sittin' in the

 shade,
      
Strummin' with

 the rhythm th

at the drivers

 made.
    
When people pa

ssed him by th

ey would stop 

and say,
             
'oh, my but th

at little coun

try boy could 

play'


[Chorus]

    
Go! Go! Go, Jo

hnny, go! Go!
              
Go, Johnny, go

   
! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! 
             
Go! Go, Johnny

             
, go! Go! John

       
ny B. Goode


[Verse]

     
His mother tol

d him, 'someda

y you will be 

a man,

You will be th

e leader of a 

big ol' band.
      
Many people co

min' from mile

s around
      
Will hear you 

play your musi

c when the sun

 go down.
    
Maybe someday 

your name'll b

e in lights,
             
Sayin' 'Johnny

 B. Goode toni

ght''


[Chorus]

    
Go! Go! Go, Jo

hnny, go! Go!
              
Go, Johnny, go

   
! Go!

Go, Johnny, go! 
             
Go! Go, Johnny

             
, go! Go! John

       
ny B. Goode