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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
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 the guitar just like ringing a bell.

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Johnny B. Goode 

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Oh engineers would see him sitting in the shade, [bad word] with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passing by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play

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Johnny B. Goode 

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His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many [bad word] from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

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