| Way down in Louisiana, down the New Orleans
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| Way back up on the woods among the evergreens
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| There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
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| Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
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| Who'd never, ever learned to read or write so well
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| He could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell
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| Johnny! |
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| Johnny! |
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| Johnny B. Goode!
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| He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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| And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
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| The engineers could see him sittin' in the shade
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| Strummin'to the rhythm that the driver made
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| The people passing by you know they stop and say
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| "Oh, my, that little country boy sure could play"
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| Johnny! |
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| Johnny B. Goode!
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| Well his mama told him, "One day you will be a man
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| And you will be the leader of a big old band
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| People gonna come from miles around
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| To listen to you play till the sun goes down
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| And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
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| A-sayin' 'Johnny B Goode tonight'"
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| Go! |
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| Go!Johnny! |
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| Johnny B Goode
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| Oh Go! |
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