Johnny Be Good

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good
Who never learned to read or write at all
But he could play the guitar just like [F]ɾinging a bell
Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny, go go
Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Good
His mama told him "someday you [A7will be [Am]a man
And you [A7will be [Am]the leader of a big band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear your playing music when the sun goes down
Maybe [Am]someday you [A7will be [Am]in lights saying Johnny B. Good"