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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
 [bad word] Go GoGo Johnny GoGo GoJohnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, [bad word] to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
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His mother told him someday you would be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many [bad word] from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight!"
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