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Deep  down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,   
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,   
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There  stood a log 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 the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.   

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  Go! Go, Johnny, go!   
Go, go, Johnny, go!   
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  Go, go, Johnny, go!   
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  Go, go, Johnny, go!   
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  Go!  go, 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.   

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Old  engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,   
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  Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.   
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When  people passed him by they would stop and say,   
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  'oh, my but that little country boy could play'   

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

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