Karaoké Johnny B. Goode

You 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 named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell
Go, go go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
When people passing by they would stop and say
Oh my! when that little country boy can 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 some day 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 goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights sayin'
Johnny B. Goode tonight go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go go Johnny go, go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

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