Intro:A#7D#7A#7F7D#7A#7A#7Deep down Louisiana close to New OrleansA#7Way back up in the woods among the evergreensD#7There stood a log cabin made of earth and woodA#Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. GoodeF7Who never ever learned to read or write so wellA#7But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bellGo goGo Johnny go goD#7Go Johnny go goA#7Go Johnny go goF7Go Johnny go goA#7Johnny B. GoodeSolo:A#7D#7A#7D#7A#7F7A#7He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackOh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shadeStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers madePeople passing by they would stop and sayOh my that little country boy could playHis mother told him, someday you will be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun go downMaybe someday your name will be in lightsSaying Johnny B. Goode tonightA#7Go goGo Johnny goGo go go Johnny goD#7Go go go Johnny goA7Go go go Johnny goF7GoA#7Johnny B. Goode