Johnny B. Goode(Live at the Fillmore East， NYC， NY - 1970)

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 name of Jonny B

Goode

He never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go

Go

Go Jonny Go

Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh

The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Struming with the rhythm that the drivers made

Oh my that little country boy could play

Go

Go

Go Jonny Go

Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Go Jonny Go Go

Jonny B

Good

His mama told him someday he would 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 go down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying Jonny B

Good tonight

Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Go Go Go Jonny Go

Go Jonny B

Good