[00:21.14]We all way down Louisiana  close to New Orleans
[00:24.49]Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
[00:27.11]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
[00:30.26]Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
[00:33.31]Who never ever learned to read or write so well
[00:36.24]But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
[00:39.12]Go go
[00:40.62]Go Johnny go go
[00:43.79]Go Johnny go go
[00:46.55]Go Johnny go go
[00:49.46]Go Johnny go go
[00:53.54]Johnny B  Goode
[00:56.68]He used to carry his guitar in a gunnery sack
[00:59.72]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
[01:02.63]Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
[01:05.43]Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
[01:08.61]And people passing by would stop and say
[01:11.32]My my but that little country boy can play
[01:14.29]Let's go
[01:15.74]Go Johnny go go
[01:19.00]Go Johnny go go
[01:21.82]Go Johnny go go
[01:24.68]Go Johnny go go
[01:28.45]Johnny B Goode
[02:06.07]Go Johnny go
[02:08.50]Go Johnny go go
[02:11.29]Go Johnny go go
[02:14.59]Go Johnny go go
[02:17.20]Go Johnny go go
[02:21.15]Johnny B  Goode