[00:54.84]He came from Louisiana  close to New Orleans
[00:58.22]Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
[01:01.05]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
[01:04.10]Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
[01:07.21]Who never ever learned to read or write so well
[01:09.81]But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
[01:12.63]Go go
[01:14.59]Go Johnny go go
[01:17.34]Go Johnny go go
[01:20.23]Go Johnny go go
[01:23.37]Go Johnny go go
[01:30.11]He used to carry his guitar in a gunnery sack
[01:33.09]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
[01:35.84]Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
[01:39.14]Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
[01:41.84]And people passing by would stop and say
[01:44.71]My my but that little country boy can play
[01:47.63]Go go
[01:49.24]Go Johnny go go
[01:52.47]Go Johnny go go
[01:55.20]Go Johnny go go
[01:58.16]Go Johnny go go
[02:01.89]Johnny B Goode
[02:39.54]Oh let's go
[02:41.91]Go Johnny go go
[02:44.88]Go Johnny go go
[02:47.64]Go Johnny go go
[02:50.63]Go Johnny go go
[02:52.80]Go go go
[02:54.47]Johnny B  Goode