Johnny B. Goode - Chubby Checker

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,

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' 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,

Oh sit beneath a tree by the railroad track

Oh the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made,

Oh n' people passin' by they would stop and say

'Oh my but that little country boy 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 'some day 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 when the sun go down,

Maybe some day your name will be in lights sayin'

'Johnny B. Goode' tonight

Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go

Johnny B. Goode