Lyrics: Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to read and write so well But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Old engineer sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The (azchords.com)