Yeah!

Oh, Johnny B. Goode!

Give it to me

He's down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans

Back up in the woods among the evergreens

Stood an log cabin made of earth and wood

Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

He played the guitar like the ringin' of a bell

Oh go

Oh, oh, Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, he used to carry guitar in a gunny sack

Sittin' 'neath the trees by the railroad track

The old engineer would blow it on a lovely day

Hittin' it to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passin' by used to stop and say

"Oh, that little country boy could play"

Go, go

Whoa, Johnny B. Goode

Well, his mama told him, someday, son, you gonna be a man

Say you're gonna be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

Hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will in light

Johnny B. Goode, tonight

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, go

Oh-ho Lord, Johnny B. Goode

Give it to me now!

Oh, go, go, Johnny, go, go

Whoo!

I said go!

Oh, give it to me!