Johnny Be Good
Marty McFly
Way down Louisiana now in New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a long cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar just like he's ringing bell.
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johny be good
He use 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,
stoping to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy sure can play
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johny be good
Well, His mama told him one day he will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people gonna come from miles around
To listen to him play until the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
