Johnny B. Goode

Way down in Louisiana, down the New Orleans
Way back up on the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
Who'd never, ever learned to read or write so well
He could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell

Go! Go! Go! Johnny! 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
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers could see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin'to the rhythm that the driver made
The people passing by you know they stop and say
"Oh, my, that little country boy sure could play"

Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
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Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!

Well his mama told him, "One day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
People gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
A-sayin' 'Johnny B Goode tonight'"

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Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B Goode
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