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Well she drew out all her money out from southern trust |
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And put a little boy aboard a greyhound bus |
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Leaving Lousiana for the golden west |
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Down came her tears from her happiness |
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Her own little son named Johnny B Goode |
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Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood |
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Bye bye bye bye |
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Bye bye bye bye |
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Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode |
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Well she remember taking money out from gathering crops |
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And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop |
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As long as he could play it by the railroad side |
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And wouldn't get in trouble she'd be satisfied |
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Never thought there'd ever come a day like this |
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When she would gladly give her son a goodbye kiss |
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Bye bye bye bye |
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Bye bye bye bye |
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Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode |
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Well she finally got the letter she was dreaming of |
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Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love |
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As soon as he was married he would bring her back |
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And build a mansion for her by the railroad tracks |
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And everytime they heard the locomotive roar |
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They'd be a standing, waving in the kitchen door |
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Howling bye bye bye bye |
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Now bye bye bye bye |
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Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode |
