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Deep down in Lou'siana, close to New OrleansWay back up in the woods among the evergreensThere stood an old cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. GoodeWho'd never ever learned to read or write so wellBut he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bellGo! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Johnny B. GoodeLetras de cancionesHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackOl' engineer in the train sittin' in the shadeStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers madeThe people passin' by, they would stop and sayOh my, but that little country boy could playGo! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Johnny B. GoodeHis mother told him, "Someday you will be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people comin' from miles aroundTo hear you play your music till the sun goes downMaybe someday your name'll be in lightsA-sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight"Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Go! Johnny! Go! Go!Johnny B. Goode From Letras Mania