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