Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
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Back up in the woods among the evergreens
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There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B.Goode
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Who'd never ever learned to read or write so well
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But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell
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Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny B Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
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The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
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Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
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The people comin' by they would stop and say
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Oh my but that little country boy could play
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Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny B Goode
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[ guitar ]
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His mama told him someday you will be a man
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And you will be the leader of a big old band
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Many people come from miles around
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To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
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Maybe someday your name will be in lights a sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight
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Go go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go go Johnny B Goode
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Johnny B. Goode
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Buck Owens |