Deep down in Louisianna
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Close to New Orleans
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Way back up in the woods
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Among the evergreens
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There stand a country cabin
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Made of clay and wood
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Where lives a young country boy
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Named Johnny B. Goode
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He never ever learned
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To read or write a book so well
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But he could play his guitar
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Just like a-ringing a bell
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Go go, go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Aah Johnny B. Goode!
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He used to carry his guitar
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In a gunny sack
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Sit beneath the trees
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By the railroad track
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Oh sitting and a-playing
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In the shade
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Drumming to the rhythm
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That the drivers made
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People passing by
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Used to stop and say
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My oh my
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That country boy can play
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Go go, go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Aah Johnny B. Goode!
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Well his mama told him
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Someday you will be a man
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And you will be the leader
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Of a big old band
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Many people coming
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From miles around
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To hear you play your music
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Till the sun goes down
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Maybe some day
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Your name will be in light
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!
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Go go, go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Go Johnny go go go!
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Aah Johnny B.Goode!
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Johnny B. Goode
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The Beatles |