[00:19.373]Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,[00:22.208]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens.[00:25.005]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,[00:27.788]Where lived a country boy name Johnny B. Goode.[00:30.540]Who never ever learned to read or write so well,[00:32.978]But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.[00:35.836]Go Go[00:37.515]Go Johnny Go Go[00:40.291]Go Johnny Go Go[00:43.073]Go Johnny Go Go[00:45.908]Go Johnny Go Go[00:49.561]Go Johnny B. Goode[00:52.590]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack[00:55.711]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.[00:58.051]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,[01:01.320]Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.[01:04.088]People passing by would stop and say[01:06.458]“Oh my that little country boy could play”[01:09.353]Go Go[01:11.168]Go Johnny Go Go[01:13.794]Go Johnny Go Go[01:16.591]Go Johnny Go Go[01:19.366]Go Johnny Go Go[01:23.004]Go Johnny B. Goode[02:02.459]His mother told him someday you would be a man,[02:02.773]And you would be the leader of a big old band.[02:05.495]Many people coming from miles around[02:08.285]To hear you play your music when the sun go down[02:11.009]Maybe someday your name would be in lights[02:13.610]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.[02:15.553]Go Go Go Johnny Go[02:18.696]Go Go Go Johnny Go[02:21.478]Go Go Go Johnny Go[02:24.292]Go Go Go Johnny Go[02:27.718]Go Johnny B. Goode