Woorden: George Thorogood. Johnny B. Goode.

Deep down in Louisiana
Back in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a hillbilly boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could rock n' roll
Like a bat out of hell

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
He sit down by the tree
By the railroad track
The engineer could see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing by
They would stop and say
My that St. Louie boy can play

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you'll be a man
You'll be the leader of a really cool band
Many people coming from a-miles around
To hear you get it on when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode