JOHNNY B. GOODE (McFiddle Dee Dee)

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergrens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing bell!

Chorus:
Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade
Strummin’ to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by would stop and say
Oh my! That little country boy could play—
(Chorus)
His mamma told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ole band
People come to see you from miles around
To hear you play your music ‘for the sun goes down
Maybe some day your name will be in lights
Singing Johnny B. Goode tonight!
(Chorus)