Johnny B Goode

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Deep down in Louisiana, close to New
 Orleans,
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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 
like a ringin' a bell.


[Chorus]

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Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!
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Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. 
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Goode


[Verse]

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He used to carry his guitar in a 
gunny sack,
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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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When people passed him by they would
 stop and say,
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'oh, my but that little country boy 
could play'


[Chorus]

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Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!
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Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. 
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Goode


[Verse]

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His mother told him, 'someday you 
will be a man,
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You will be the leader of a big ol' 
band.
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Many people comin' from miles around
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Will hear you play your music when 
the sun go down.
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Maybe someday your name'll be in 
lights,
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Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''


[Chorus]

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Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go!

Go, Johnny, go!
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Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. 
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Goode