(Chuck Berry)      Way down in Lousiana close to New Orleans   Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens   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 ringin' a bell   Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go, go little Johnny go, I said go Johnny B Goode.      He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack   Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track   The engineer catch him sittin' in the shade   Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made.      The people goin' by they'd stop and wave   Oh, that little country boy could play   Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go, go little Johnny go, I said go Johnny B Goode.      Now his mama told him someday you will be a man   And you will be the leader of a big ole band   The people gonna come from miles around   To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.      Maybe someday your name will be at lights   Johnny B Goode tonight   Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go, go little Johnny go, I said go Johnny B Goode.      Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go, go little Johnny go, I said go Johnny B Goode.      Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go, go   Go Johnny go, go, go little Johnny go, I said go Johnny B Goode.