Karaoké Johnny B. Goode Dion DiMucci

Yeah deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

Oh there stood an old 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 can play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Tell em go yeah let Johnny go

Play right here go yeah Johnny go

Go, yeah Johnny go mmh go, yeah Johnny go

Mmh go yeah Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

And all the engineers would see him sitting in the shade strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

And all the people passing by would stop and say

Oh my but that little country boy can play

Go go, yeah, Johnny go mmh go go Johnny go

Yeah go, yeah Johnny go mmh go go Johnny go

Mmh go, yeah johnny B Goode lemme hear you play it alright hey

Yes his mother told him someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

And many people come from miles around

To hear you play your music til the sun go down Johnny hu

Yeah maybe someday your name would be in lights

Saying Johnny B Goode tonight then you could

Go, yeah Johnny go go, oh go Johnny go

Yeah go play that thing now yeah say it again now Johnny

Go go Johnny go go, yeah Johnny B Goode