Alright, I tell you today, thank you boy, you just make this feel good all over, it does
Now, listen, this is a song that we did today over at the BBC and eh
The audience there seemed to like it real well and we would like to do it for you
It's about a little boy that was really learning how to play the guitar
And we'd like to play it for you and you tell us what you think about it
It's called, "Johnny B. Goode" and goes like this, one, two, three, four
Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans
Back up in the hills among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never, ever learned to read or write, so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would see him sitting in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
People coming by they would stop and wait
Oh, my but that little country boy could play
Go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go
Johnny B. Goode (alright guys)
His mama told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people come from miles around
To hear you play the guitar when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
But Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go
Johnny B. Goode