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[G]Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, [G]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There [C]stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where [G]lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who [D]never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could [G]play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. [G]Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! [C]Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! [D]Go! Johnny B. [G]Goode [G]He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, [G]Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Old [C]engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, [G]Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. When [D]people passed him by they would stop and say, 'oh, [G]my but that little country boy could play' [G]Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! [C]Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! [D]Go! Johnny B. [G]Goode [G]His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man, [G]You will be the leader of a big ol' band. [C]Many people comin' from miles around Will [G]hear you play your music when the sun go down. [D]Maybe someday your name'll be in lights, Sayin' [G]Johnny B. Goode tonight'' [G]Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! [C]Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! Go! [G]Go, Johnny, go! [D]Go! Johnny B. [G]Goode |