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Deep
down in Lousiana ,close to New Orleans
way
back up in the woods among the ever greens
there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
who
never ever learned to read or write so well
but
he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell
Refrain :
go!
go! go,Johnny ,go! go!
go
Johnny ,go! go!
go
,Johnny ,go! go!
go
,Johnny ,go! go!
Johnny B. Goode
He
used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
go
sit beneath the tree by the rail road track
old
engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
strumin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
when
people passed him by they would stop and say :
" Oh
my but that little country boy could play "
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SOLO
His
mother told him " Someday you will be a man ,
and
you will be the leader of a big ol' band
many
people comin' from miles around
will
hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name 'll be in lights,
sayin' : " Johnny B. Goode tonight "
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