Johnny B Goode

A D A D A A Well, deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans A Way back up in the woods among the evergreens D There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood A Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B Goode E Who never ever learned to read or write so well A But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell A Go Go A Go Johnny go A Go Go Go A Go Johnny go D Go D Go Johnny go A Go A Go Johnny go E Go A Johnny B Goode A He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack A Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track D The engineer would see him sitting in the shade A Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made E People passing by, they would stop and say A My my but that little country boy could play A Go Go A Go Johnny go A Go Go Go A Go Johnny go D Go Go Go D Go Johnny go A Go Go Go A Go Johnny go E Go Go Go A Johnny B Goode A D A Guitar Solo D A E A D A E A Sax & Piano Solo A D A D A E A D A E D E A A His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man A And you will be the leader of a big old band D Many people comin' from miles around A To hear you play your music when the sun go down E Maybe someday your name will be in lights A Sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight." A Go Go A Go Johnny go A Go Go Go A Go Johnny go D Go Go Go D Go Johnny go A Go Go Go A Go Johnny go E Go Go Go A N.C. A Johnny B Goode