text: Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
  Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
  There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
  Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
  Who never learned to read or write so well
  But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
  Go go
  Go Johnny go go go
  Go go Johnny B. Goode
  He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
  Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
  An engineer could see him sitting in the shade
  Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
  The People passing by, they would stop and say
  Oh my, how that little country boy could play
  His mother told him, someday you will be a man
  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
  And maybe someday your name will be in lights
  Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight