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well she drew out all her money out from southern trust
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and put a little boy aboard a greyhound bus
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leaving lousiana for the golden west
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down came her tears from her happiness
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her own little son named johnny be goode
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was gonna make some motion pictures out in hollywood
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bye bye bye bye
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bye bye bye bye
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bye bye johnny bye bye johnny b goode
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well she remember taking money out from gathering crops
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and buying johnny's guitar at a broker shop
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as long as he could play it by the railroad side
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and wouldn't get in trouble she'd be satisfied
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never thought there'd ever come a day like this
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when she would gladly give her son a goodbye kiss
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bye bye bye bye
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bye bye bye bye
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bye bye johnny bye bye johnny b goode
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well she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
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johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love
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as soon as he was married he would bring her back
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and build a mansion for her by the railroad tracks
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and everytime they heard the locomotive roar
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they'd be a standing, waving in the kitchen door
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howling bye bye bye bye
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now bye bye bye bye
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bye bye johnny bye bye johnny b goode
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Bye Bye Johnny
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| The Rolling Stones |
