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Johnny B. Goode

 

           

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1. Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

 

    back up in the woods among the evergreens,

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    stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

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    where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

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    Who never ever learned to read or write so well,

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    But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

 

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Go! Go!     Go, Johnny, go! Go!    Go, Johnny, go, go! Go!

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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go!   Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.

 

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play

Chorus

His mother told him "some day you will be a man"
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'

Chorus

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