Ronnie Hawkins - Johnny B. Goode Lyrics

"Chuck Berry, 1957, I think"

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who'd never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, let her go
Go, Johnny, go, oh, go
Go, Johnny, go, you better go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah, go
Johnny B. Goode

Used to carry his guitar in a gunner's sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Engineers see him strumming in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, what that little country boy could play"

Let her go
Go, Johnny, go, let her go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah, go
Go, Johnny, go, you better go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah, go
Johnny B. Goode
Ah, be good, Johnny

Yeah, his mother told him someday he would be a man
He would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music 'til the sun go down
Maybe someday, your name will be in lights
Saying "Johnny B. Goode, tonight"

Go, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go
Let her go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah, go
Go, Johnny, go
You'd better go
Go, Johnny, go, yeah, go
Johnny B. Goode, ah yeah