♪♪

♪ Deep down in 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
named Johnny B. Goode ♪

♪ He never ever learned
to read or write so well ♪

♪ But he could play a guitar
just like a-ringing a bell ♪

♪ Go go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ The engineers would see him
sittin' in the shade ♪

♪ Strummin' out the rhythm
that the drivers made ♪

♪ The people passing by,
they would stop and say ♪

♪ Oh my, that little country boy
sure could play ♪

♪ Go go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Johnny B. Goode ♪

♪♪

♪ His mother told him,
someday you will be a man ♪

♪ And you will be the leader
of a big ol' band ♪

♪ Many people comin'
from miles around ♪

♪ To hear you play your music
til the sun goes down ♪

♪ Maybe someday
your name'll be in lights ♪

♪ Sayin' "Johnny B. Goode tonight" ♪

♪ Go go
Go go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪

♪ Johnny B. Goode ♪

♪♪

[Applause]