Johnny B. Goode Lyrics - Stupidity - Dr. Feelgood

Deep 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 

Who 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, Go Johnny Go 

Go, Johnny B. Goode 

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 

[Well] sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. 

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

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made. 

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 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 old band. 

Many people coming from miles around 

To hear you play your music when the sun go down 

Maybe someday your name will be in lights 

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. 

Go Go, Go Johnny Go