Freddie & The Dreamers Johnny B. Goode
Yeah, deep down in Louisiana
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens Oh, there stood an old cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he can play a guitar
Just like ringing a bell Tell em go
Yeah, let Johnny go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his
Guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track And all the engineers would
See him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made And all the people passing by
Would stop and say
Oh my, but that little
Country boy can play Go, go
Yeah, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode Lemme hear you play it Yes, his mother told him
Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band And many people come
From miles around
To hear you play your music
Till the sun go down Yeah, maybe someday
Your name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, oh, go, Johnny, go
Yeah, go, play that thing
Yeah, say it again
Go, go, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
