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 of Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

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Go Go

Go Johnny Go

Go Go

Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.

Oh, the engineers used to 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 that little country boy could play



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His mother told him someday you will be a man,

And you would be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.



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