Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
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Way back in the woods among the evergreens
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There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
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There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
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He never learned to read or write so well,
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But he could play a guitar like 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; Go Johnny B. Goode.
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
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Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.
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The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
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Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
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People passin' by would stop and say
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"My my, but that little country boy can play!"
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His mamma 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 comin' 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 in lights.
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Johnny B. Goode
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