Johnny B. Goode (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

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 too well But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell Go, go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Johnny B. Goode Well, he was never getting money, had to gather the crop Buying that guitar at the grocery shop Always used to play it by the railroad side Never get in trouble, she be saddled as fuck She never even thought that it could be like this Give her by the side, a goodbye kiss I say go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go I say go Johnny B. Goode Well, they finallygot the letter they been dreamin' of John wrote and told her he was fallin' in love As long as they were married by the railroad track Never get in trouble, that would be just that She never dreamed a day would come for a day like this And he would give her by the side, a good bye kiss I say go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go I say go Johnny B. Goode (Now watch this, watch this) Well, I say go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go Go Go, Johnny, go I say go Johnny B. Goode