| deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
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| Way back in the woods among the evergreens
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| There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
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| Where lived a country boy named Johnny be good
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| who never ever learned to read or write so well
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| But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
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| (Chorus)
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| Go Go
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| Go Johnny Go, Go
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| Go Johnny Go, Go
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| Go Johnny Go, Go
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| Go Johnny Go, Go
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| Johnny be good
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| He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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| Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
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| Engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
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| strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
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| People passing by they would stop and say
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| Oh my, but that lttle country boy sure can play
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| (Chorus)
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| his Mama told him someday you would be a man
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| You would be the leader of a big old band
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| Many people will be coming from miles around
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| To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
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| Maybe someday your name will be in lights
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| Saying Johnny be good tonight
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| (Chorus) |