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(Guitar intro)

Deep down in Lou'siana close to New Orleans, 
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens -
There stood a lo-og 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 a'ringin' a bell!

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 railroad track. 
Ol' the engineers see him sitting in the shade 
 [bad word] #39; with the rhythm that the dri-ivers made. 
Well, people passing ba-ay they would stop and say:
"Oh my! What that little country bo-oy could play!"

Go, go! Go, Johnny, go!
Go! Go, Johnny, go!
Go! Go, Johnny, go!
Go! Go, Johnny, go!
Go, Johnny B. Goode! 

(Guitar & piano solo)

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band!
Many [bad word] #39; from miles around
To hear you play your music when the su-un go down!
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Sayin' "Johnny B. Goo-ude tonight!"

Go, go! Go, Johnny, go!
Go, go, go, Johnny, go!
Go, go, go, Johnny, go!
Go, go, go, Johnny, go!
Go, Johnny B. Goode!