text: Way down 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 Johnny 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 Johnny Go
  Go Go
  Johny be good
  He use 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
  Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
  People passing by would stop and say
  Oh my that little country boy could play
  Go Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go Go
  Johny be good
  His mama told him someday he would be a man
  And he would be the leader of a big old band
  Many people coming from miles around
  To hear him play his music when the sun go down
  Maybe someday his name would be in lights
  Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight