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Johnny B. Goode

Chuck Berry

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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 a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

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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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Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade,

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strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

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The people passing by, they would stop and say,

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"Oh my, what that little country boy could play"

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His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,

and you will be the leader of a big old band

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Many people coming from miles around

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to hear you play your music when the sun go down

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Maybe someday your name will be in lights,

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saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'"

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