Way down to Lousiana down to New Orleans
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Way 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 never ever learned to read or write so well
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But he could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell
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Go go, go Johnny go go, go Johnny go go go,
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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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He 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' to the rhythm that the driver made
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The people passin' by they would stop and say
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Oh my that little country boy sure can play
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Go go go Johnny go go...
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[ guitar - piano ]
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Go go go Johnny go go...
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Well his mother told him one day you will be a man
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And you will be the leader of a big old band
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People goin' and comen from miles around
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To listen to your play til' the sun goes down
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One day maybe your name gonna be in lights sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight
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Go go go Johnny go go...
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Johnny B. Goode
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Jerry Lee Lewis |