Deep down in 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 a guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
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Go Johnny Go Go (x4)
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Oh sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Oh the engineers would see him sittin in the shade, [bad word] with the rhythm that the drivers made,
Oh n' people passin' by they would stop and say
'Oh my but that little country boy could play'
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His mother told him 'some day you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
Many [bad word]  from miles around,
To hear you play your music when the sun go down,
Maybe some day your name will be in lights sayin 
'Johnny B. Goode' tonight
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