Johnny B. Good

Chuck Berry


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Deep down in Lousiana, close to 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 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 a-ringin' a bell.

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    Go! Go!   Go Johnny Go Go
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    Go Johnny Go Go Johnny Go
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    Go! Go!     Go Johnny Go Gooooo  Johnny B. Goode.

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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Ol' engineer in the train, sittin' in the shade,
strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The people passin' by, they would stop and say,
Oh my, but that little country boy could play.

    Go! Go!...

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
and you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people comin' from miles around,
to hear you play your music 'till the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
A sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight!"

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