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