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Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
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Way back up 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 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!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go!
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Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
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Go 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'
Chorus:
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Go! Go! 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! Johnny B. Goode
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His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
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You will be the leader of a big ol' band.
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Many people comin' from miles around
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Will hear you play your music when the sun go down.
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Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
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Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
Chorus:
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Go! Go! 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! Johnny B. Goode
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