Well down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
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Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens
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There stands a log cabin made of earth and wood
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Where lived a little country boy named Johnny B Goode
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He never ever learned to read or write so well
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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
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Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
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The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
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Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made
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The people passin' by they would stop and say
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My how that little country boy can play
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Go go go Johnny go go...
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[ guitar ]
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Well his mama told him someday you will be a man
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You will be the leader of a country band
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The people gonna come from miles around
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To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
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Maybe someday your name will be at lights sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight
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Yeah go go go Johnny go go...
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Johnny B. Goode
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Conway Twitty |