♪♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ He 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 ♪
♪ The engineers would see him
sittin' in the shade ♪
♪ Strummin' out the rhythm
that the drivers made ♪
♪ The people passing by,
they would stop and say ♪
♪ Oh my, that little country boy
sure 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 comin'
from miles around ♪
♪ To hear you play your music
til the sun goes down ♪
♪ Maybe someday
your name'll be in lights ♪
♪ Sayin' "Johnny B. Goode tonight" ♪
♪ Go go
Go go ♪
♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪
♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪
♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪
♪ Go Johnny go
Go ♪
♪ Johnny B. Goode ♪
♪♪
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