Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in 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 a guitar just like a ringing a bell

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Go Johnny go!

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Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

The people passing by, they would stop and say

Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go go

Go Johnny go!

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Go Johnny go!

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Johnny B. Goode!

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,

And you will be the leader of a big ol' band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name'll be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

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Go Johnny go

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Johnny B. Goode