VERSE 1: Deep [C]down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There [F]stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where [C]lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who [G]never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could [C]play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
VERSE 2: He [C]used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks Old [F]engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, Str[C]ummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made When [G]people passed him by they would stop and say, Oh [C]my but that little country boy could play`
VERSE 3: His [C]mother told him, 'someday you will be a man, You will be the leader of a big ol' band. Many [F]people comin' from miles around Will [C]hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe [G]someday your name'll be in lights, Sayin' [C]"Johnny B. Goode tonight"