Johnny B. Goode Lyrics - Tim Maia

Way 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 he's a-ringing a bell 

Go, go, 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 

And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track 

The engineer could see him sittin' in the shade 

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made 

The people passing 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 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

Go, go, 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man, 

And you will be the leader of a big ol' band 

Many people goin' to come from miles around 

To listen to you play 'til the sun goes down 

And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights 

Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight!'" 

Go, go, 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

Oh, go, go, 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Go, Johnny, go, go 

Go, Johnny, go-go, go 

Johnny B. Goode