Johnny B. Goode Lyrics - Blues Traveler

Original Performer: Chuck Berry 

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 name of Johnny B. Goode 

He never ever learned to read or write so well 

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell 

Go go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track 

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade 

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made 

People passing by would stop and say 

"Oh my, but that little country boy can play" 

Go go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Johnny B. Goode 

His mama told him someday he would be a man 

And he would be the leader of a big old band 

Many people coming from miles around 

To hear him play his music til the sun go down 

Maybe someday his name would be in lights 

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight 

Go go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Go Johnny go, go 

Johnny B. Goode