v.1
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an ol' cabin made of earth an' wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell

Chorus:
Go go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B Goode

v.2
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers used to see him sittin in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by would stop and say
"Oh my but that little country boy could play!"

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v.3
His mother told him someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader in a big ol' band
Many people comin' up from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday soon your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight

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