Johnny B Goode
by 
Chuck Berry 
recording of 1995 
from 
Let's Work Together Live (EMI 31948 or EMI 3718) 
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 
But he 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 
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, 
to hear you get it on when the sun goes down 
Maybe someday your name will be in lights, 
saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight" 
Go 
Go Johnny go, go 
Go Johnny go, go 
Go Johnny go, go 
Go Johnny go, go 
Johnny B. Goode 
__________ 
Note: ok, ok, it's not really blues, no blues at all. But because George has been stung by the Chuckberry-bee way back and since you're in these here George Thorogood pages, I take it you won't give damn and so I decided to post these here classic no-blues-at-all rock lyrics anyway