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Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,
Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.
Go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,
Playing to the music that the drivers made.
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
His mama told him âsomeday you will be a man,
âAnd you will be the leader of a big old band.
âAll kinds a people coming from miles around
âTo hear ya play ya guitar 'till the sun go down
âMaybe someday your name will be in lights
âSaying Johnny B. Goode tonight.â
Go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Go, Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
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