Johnny B. Goode



Chuck Berry
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The Beatles
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a 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 gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Go Johnny go! Go Johnny B. Goode!

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big ol' band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name'll be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go go Go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode
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