Grateful Dead

Deep down in louisiana close to new orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named johnny b. goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go johnny go, go; go johnny go, go;
Go johnny go, go; go johnny go, go; go johnny b. goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.