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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Johnny Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
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- Motive Series
- Rock It
- Chuck Berry
- Bio
- San Francisco Dues
- Back Home
- Concerto In B Goode
- From St. Louie To Frisco
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- Chuck Berry Is On Top
- One Dozen Berrys
- The Chess Box
- Chuck Berry In London
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- The Best Of Chuck Berry - Green Series