@migu music@

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,

he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

go go

go johnny go go

go johnny go go go

go johnny go go

johnny b. goode

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 johnny go go go

go johnny go----go~

go johnny go go go

johnny b. goode

go go

go johnny go go

go johnny go go go

go johnny go----go~

go johnny go go go

johnny b. goode

his mama told him someday he would be a man,

and you would be the leader of a big old band.

people goes closed miles around

to listen tu you play to you the sun goes down

will you maybe be in lights

saying johnny b. goode tonight.

go go

go johnny go

go go

go johnny go

go go

johnny b. goode