Johnny B. Goode

Alright

Yeah I feel like getting naughty tonight, yeah

Are you with me? (Yeah)

Are you with me? Say that you're with me (Yeah)

Let us blow the roof off this mother tonight, alright

Deep down in Louisiana, back in New Orleans

Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens

Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a hillbilly boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

Could rock n' roll like a bat out of hell

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

He sit down by the tree by the railroad track

The engineer could see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by, they would stop and say

My, that St. Louie boy can play

Go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

Well, his mother told him, "Someday, you'll be a man

You'll be the leader of a really cool band

Many people coming from a-miles around

Hear you get it on when the sun goes down

Maybe, someday, your name will be in lights

Saying, Johnny B. Goode" tonight, everybody

Go

Go, Johnny, go, go (Come on St. Louis)

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go (Oh yeah)

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

I know you know what you believe

Go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go, go, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Goode

Thank you baby