Johnny B. Goode Lyrics

	Lyrics：Chuck Berry Music：Chuck Berry
	Before we all get kicked outta here
	We're gonna do one more song for you
	Let's go
	He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans
	Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
	There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
	Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
	He never ever learned to read or write so well
	But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
	Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
	Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
	And people passing by would stop and say
	My my but that little country boy can play
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode

	Lyrics: Chuck Berry Music: Chuck Berry
	Before we all get kicked outta here
	We' re gonna do one more song for you
	Let' s go
	He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans
	Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
	There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
	Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
	He never ever learned to read or write so well
	But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
	Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
	Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
	And people passing by would stop and say
	My my but that little country boy can play
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode

	Lyrics: Chuck Berry Music: Chuck Berry
	Before we all get kicked outta here
	We' re gonna do one more song for you
	Let' s go
	He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans
	Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
	There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
	Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
	He never ever learned to read or write so well
	But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
	Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
	Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
	And people passing by would stop and say
	My my but that little country boy can play
	Go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Go Johnny go go
	Johnny B. Goode

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