Karaoké Johnny B. Goode Chuck Berry

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell

Go, 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

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Oh, the engineer could see him sitting in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

When people passing by they would stop and say

Oh my! But that little country boy can play

Go, go go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go go Johnny go, go

Go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him some day you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights sayin'

Johnny B. Goode tonight go, go

Go Johnny go, go, go go Johnny go, go, go

Go Johnny go, go, go go Johnny go, go

Johnny B. Goode