[A] Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans – Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There [D] stood an old cabin made of earth and wood where [A] lived a country boy named Johnny be Goode. Who [E] never ever learned to read or (D?) write so well, but he could [A] play a guitar just like a ringin’ a bell
[ CHORUS ] [A] Go go – go Johnny go – go – go Johnny go. [D] go – go Johnny go [A] go – go Johnny [E] go (D?) go Johnny be [A] Goode
He used to [A] carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. The [D] engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade [A] Strummin’ with the rhythm that the drivers made. The [E] people passin’ by they would (D?) stop and say “Oh [A] my that little country boy sure can play.”
[ CHORUS ] [ guitar – piano ]
His [A] mother told him someday you will be a man, and you will be the leader of a big old band. [D] People comin here from miles around to [A] hear you play your music when the sun goes down. [E] Someday your name will be (D?) up in lights sayin’ [A] Johnny be Goode tonight.
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