Johnny B. Goode
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1. Deep down in Louisiana, close to New
Orleans,
back up in the woods among the evergreens,
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stood a 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
never ever learned to read or write so well,
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But
he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
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Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go,
Johnny, go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.
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2. 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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Old
engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
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Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
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When people passed him by they would stop and say,
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'oh, my but that little country boy could play'
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Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go, go ! Go! Go,
Johnny, go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.
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3. His mother told him, 'someday you will be a
man,
You
will be the leader of a rock `n`roll band.
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Many people comin' from miles around
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Will hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
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Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
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Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
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Go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go, go ! Go! Go,
Johnny, go, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode.
(capo 2nd)
(Chuck Berry)