Johnny B. Good

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Johnny B. Goode
Deep down in Lousiana
Close to New Orleans
Way' back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stood an old 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
But he could play the guitar
Just like a ringing bell

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

He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
Go seat beneath the tree
By the railroad track
Old engineer in the train
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made
The people passing by
They would stop and say
Oh my !
But that little country boy could play

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His mother told him :
Some day you'll be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band
Many people coming
From miles around
To hear you play your music
'Till the sun goes down
Maybe some day
Your name will be in lights
A saying Johnny B. Goode tonight !