Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go ! Go !
"Chuck was my man.
He was the one who made me say 'I want to play guitar, Jesus Christ!'...
Suddenly I knew what I wanted to do."