Deep down in 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 Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Johnny B. Goode!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Johnny B. Goode!
Deep down in 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 Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Johnny B. Goode!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Go Johnny go!
Johnny B. Goode

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