Johnny B Goode

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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans 
 
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens 
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There 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 a like ringin' a bell. 
 
[Chorus] 
Go! Go! go, Johnny, go, go! 
Go! Johnny, go, go! 
Go! Johnny, go, go! 
Go! Johnny, go, go! 
Johnny B. Goode 
 
[Verse] 
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack 
 
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track 
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Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade 
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Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made 
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The people passin' by they would stop and say: 
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"Oh my, but that little country boy could play."