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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell

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Johnny B. Goode

He use 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
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
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 old band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight."

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Johnny B. Goode