Johnny B. Goode (Live at the Fillmore East, NYC, NY - 1970)

Yeah

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

Ah, stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell

Go, go

Go Johnny, go

Go Johnny, go-go-go

Go Johnny, go-go-go

Go Johnny, go, go

Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by, they would stop and say

"Oh my, but that little country boy could play" (go, go)

Go Johnny, go

Go Johnny, go-go-go

Go Johnny, go, go

Go Johnny, go, go

Johnny B Goode

Oh-ah

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Oh, many people comin' 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"

Go

Go Johnny, go, go

Go Johnny, go-go-go

Go Johnny, go (go)

Go Johnny, go-go-go

Go, Johnny B Goode, alright

Thank you