Johnny B. Goode
1. Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
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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 like a ringin' a bell.
Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny,
go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.
2. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
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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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When
people passed him by they would stop and say,
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'oh, my
but that little country boy could play'
Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go, go ! Go! Go,
Johnny, go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.
3. His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
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Many
people comin' from miles around
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Will hear
you play your music when the sun goes down.
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Maybe
someday your name'll be in lights,
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Sayin'
'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go, go ! Go! Go,
Johnny, go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.