[00:22.08]Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,[00:23.67]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...[00:27.69]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,[00:30.72]Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...[00:33.57]He never ever learned to read or write so well,[00:37.53]But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.[00:39.09]Go Go[00:39.45]Go Johnny Go[00:45.15]Go Go[00:45.42]Johnny B. Goode[00:57.24]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack[01:00.78]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.[01:04.92]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,[01:08.52]Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.[01:09.69]People passing by would stop and say[01:20.22]Oh my that little country boy could play[01:20.97]His mama told him someday he would be a man,[02:31.32]And he would be the leader of a big old band.[02:34.23]Many people coming from miles around[02:35.85]To hear him play his music when the sun go down[02:40.29]Maybe someday his name would be in lights[02:42.54]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.