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Way down to |
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Lousiana down to |
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New Orleans |
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens |
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There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood |
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Where lived a country boy named |
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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 a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell |
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Go go, go |
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Johnny go go, go |
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Johnny go go go, |
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Go Johnny go go, go |
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Johnny go go go, |
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Johnny B Goode |
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack |
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He sit beneath the tree by the railroad track |
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The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade |
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Strummin' to the rhythm that the driver made |
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The people passin' by they would stop and say |
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Oh my that little country boy sure can play |
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Go go go Johnny go go... [ guitar - piano ] |
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Go go go Johnny go go... |
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Well his mother told him one day you will be a man |
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And you will be the leader of a big old band |
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People goin' and comen from miles around |
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To listen to your play til' the sun goes down |
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One day maybe your name gonna be in lights sayin' |
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Johnny B Goode tonight |
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Go go go Johnny go go... |