Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
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There stood an log 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 learned to read or write so well
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But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
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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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Go Johnny go go go
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Go go Johnny B. Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
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An engineer could 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, how that little country boy could play
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His mother told him, someday you will be a man
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You will 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 goes down
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And maybe someday your name will be in lights
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight
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Johnny B. Goode
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Elton John |