Deep down 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 of Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned
to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar
like ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
….
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar
in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees
by the railroad track.

Oh, the engineers used to see him
sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm
that the drivers made.

The People passing by,
they would stop and say
Oh my
that little country boy could play

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
….
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him
someday you will be a man,
And you would 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 your name
will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
….
Johnny B. Goode

ﾃﾞｨｰﾌﾟ ﾀﾞｳﾝ ﾙｲｽﾞｨｱﾅ
ｸﾛｰｽ ﾄｩ ﾆｭｰ ｵｰﾘﾝｽﾞ
ｳｪｲ ﾊﾞｯｸ ｱｯﾌﾟ ｲﾝ ﾀﾞ ｳｯ
ｱﾏﾝｸﾞ ﾃﾞｨ ｴｳﾞｧｸﾞﾘｰﾝｽﾞ

ﾃﾞｱ ｽﾄｩｯﾀﾞ ﾛｸﾞ ｷｬﾋﾞﾝ
ﾒｲﾄﾞﾌﾞ ｱｰｽ ｴﾝ ｳｯ
ｳｪｱ ﾘﾌﾞﾀﾞ ｶｳﾝﾄﾘｰ ﾎﾞｲ
ﾈｲﾑﾄﾞﾌﾞ ｼﾞｮﾆ ﾋﾞ ｸﾞｯ

ﾌ ﾈｳﾞｧ ｴｳﾞｧ ﾗｰﾝ
ﾄｩ ﾘｰ ｵｱ ﾗｲ ｿｰ ｳｪｩ
ﾊﾞ ﾋ ｸｯ ﾌﾟﾚｰ ﾀﾞ ｷﾞﾀｰ
ﾗｲｸ ﾘﾝｷﾞﾝｶﾞ ﾍﾞｩ

ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｼﾞｮﾆ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
…
ｼﾞｮﾆ ﾋﾞ ｸﾞｯ

ﾋ ﾕｰｽﾄｩ ｷｬﾘ ﾋｽﾞ ｷﾞﾀｰ
ｲﾅ ｶﾞﾆｰ ｻｯｸ
ｵｱ ｽｨｯ ﾋﾞﾆｰｽ ﾀﾞ ﾄｩﾘｰｽﾞ
ﾊﾞｲ ﾀﾞ ﾚｲｩﾛｰ ﾄﾗｯｸ

ｵｰ､ ﾃﾞｨ ｴﾝｼﾞﾆｽﾞ ﾕｰｽﾄｩ ｽｨｰ ﾋﾑ
ｽｨﾃｨﾝ ｲﾝ ﾀﾞ ｼｪｲ
ｽﾄﾗﾐﾝ ｳｨｯﾀﾞ ﾘﾄﾞｩﾑ
ﾀﾞｯﾀﾞ ﾄﾞﾗｲｳﾞｧｰｽﾞ ﾒｲ

ﾀﾞ ﾋﾟｰﾎﾟ ﾊﾟｯｽｨﾝ ﾊﾞｲ
ﾃﾞｰ ｳｯ ｽﾄｯﾍﾟﾝ ｾｲ
ｵｰ ﾏｲ
ﾀﾞｯ ﾘﾛ ｶｳﾝﾄﾘｰ ﾎﾞｲ ｸｯ ﾌﾟﾚｰ

ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｼﾞｮﾆ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
….
ｼﾞｮﾆ ﾋﾞ ｸﾞｯ

ﾋｽﾞ ﾏﾀﾞｰ ﾄｰﾋﾑ
ｻﾑﾃﾞｰ ﾕｰ ｳｨｩ ﾋﾞ ｱ ﾏﾝ
ｴﾝ ﾕｰ ｳｯﾋﾞｰ ﾀﾞ ﾘｰﾀﾞｰ
ｵｳﾞｧ ﾋﾞｯｺﾞｰ ﾊﾞﾝ

ﾒﾆ ﾋﾟｰﾎﾟ ｶﾐﾝ
ﾌﾛﾑ ﾏｲｩｽﾞ ｱﾗｳﾝ
ﾄｩ ﾋｱ ﾕｰ ﾌﾟﾚｰ ﾖｱ ﾐｭｰｽﾞｨｯｸ
ｳｪﾝ ﾀﾞ ｻﾝ ｺﾞｰ ﾀﾞｳﾝ

ﾒｲﾋﾞ ｻﾑﾃﾞｰ ﾖｱ ﾈｰﾑ
ｳｨｩ ﾋﾞｰ ｲﾝ ﾗｲﾂ
ｾｲｲﾝ ｼﾞｮﾆ ﾋﾞ ｸﾞｯ ﾄｩﾅｲ

ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｼﾞｮﾆ ｺﾞｰ
ｺﾞｰ ｺﾞｰ
….
ｼﾞｮﾆ ﾋﾞ ｸﾞｯ