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BbDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
BbWay back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There Ebstood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where Bblived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who Fnever ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could Bbplay the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! GoEb!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go! JFohnny B. Goode
He usBbed to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go siBbt beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old enEbgineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
StrumBbmin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
WhenF people passed him by they would stop and say,
'Oh, Bbmy but that little country boy could play'
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! GoEb!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go! JFohnny B. Goode
His mBbother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
You wBbill be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many pEbeople comin' from miles around
Will Bbhear you play your music when the sun go down.
MaybFe someday your name'll be in lights,
SayinBb' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! GoEb!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go!
BbGo, Johnny, go! Go! JFohnny B. Goode
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