Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, 在内心深处在路易斯安那州附近的新奥尔良，

Way back in the woods among the evergreens 归途中的常青树之一树林

There in an old cabin made of earth and wood 有一个古老的小屋由泥土和木材

There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. 住着一个叫约翰尼B.古德乡村男孩。

He never learned to read or write so well, 他从来没有学过读或写的这么好，

But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. 但他也弹吉他就像在响钟。

   

Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; 走吧走吧，走约翰尼走，走了;约翰尼去走，走了;

go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. 约翰尼去走，走了;约翰尼去走，走了;前往约翰尼B.古德。

   

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, 他用随身携带他的吉他在一个麻袋，

Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track. 去坐起来在树上的铁轨。

The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade 工程师看到他正坐在在阴凉处

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. Strummin “节奏的驱动程序进行。

People passin' by would stop and say 人们passin 通过将停止，并说

"My my, but that little country boy can play!" “我的我的，但那个小乡村男孩可以玩！ ”

   

His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man." 他的妈妈告诉他， “有一天你会成为一个男人。 ”

You will be the leader of a big old band 您将是一个大的老乐队的领导者

Many people comin' from miles around 许多人从各地英里科曼

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. 听你播放音乐，当太阳下山。

Maybe someday your name will be in lights. 也许有一天，你的名字将在灯。