Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
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There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
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Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
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Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
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But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
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Go Go
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Go Johnny Go
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Go Go
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Johnny B. Goode
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He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
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Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
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Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
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The People passing by, they would stop and say
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Oh my that little country boy could play
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[Chorus]
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His mother told him someday you will be a man,
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And you would be the leader of a big old band.
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Many people coming from miles around
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To hear you play your music when the sun go down
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Maybe someday your name will be in lights
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
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[Chorus]
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Johnny B. Goode
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| Chuck Berry |
