Johnny B. Goode Songtext
von Grateful Dead

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Deep back up in the pines among the evergreens
There is an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

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

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track
The engineers seen him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by would stop and say
"Whoa, my, that little country boy can play!"


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

His mama told him, "Someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight"

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

Ah, go, go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Whoa, Johnny B. Goode

Good evening, folks, that′s all the time we got (thanks a lot, people)