| [00:18.51] | Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, |
| [00:21.48] | way back up in the woods, among the evergreens. |
| [00:24.57] | There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood, |
| [00:27.92] | where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. |
| [00:30.87] | He never learned to read or write a book so well. |
| [00:34.09] | He could play his guitar just |
| [00:35.63] | like a-ringing the bell. |
| [00:37.20] | Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [00:42.08] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [00:44.40] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [00:47.33] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [00:50.63] | aah - Johnny B. Goode |
| [00:53.96] | |
| [00:56.02] | He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. |
| [00:59.25] | Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. |
| [01:02.60] | Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade, |
| [01:05.79] | strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made |
| [01:08.83] | People passing by used to stop and say: |
| [01:12.12] | "My, but how that country boy could play" |
| [01:15.23] | Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [01:19.50] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [01:22.29] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [01:25.54] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [01:28.62] | aah - Johnny B. Goode |
| [01:31.64] | |
| [02:10.08] | Well, his mama told him, |
| [02:12.36] | "Someday, you will be a man, |
| [02:14.47] | and you will be the leader of a big old band. |
| [02:17.58] | Many people coming from miles around |
| [02:20.78] | to hear you play your music till the sun goes down. |
| [02:23.89] | Maybe someday, your name will be in lights |
| [02:27.19] | saying: 'Johnny B. Goode tonight' " |
| [02:29.65] | |
| [02:31.07] | Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [02:34.33] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [02:37.31] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [02:40.50] | Go, Johnny, go, go, go |
| [02:43.63] | |
| [02:44.85] | aah - Johnny B. Goode |
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