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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 name Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like 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 And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, what 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 he would be a man And you would be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name would be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go, go go Johnny go Go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go

Go go Johnny go, Johnny B. Goode

The force is strong with this one.