Johnny B. Goode

By: Chuck Berry



Deep down in Louisiana south of New Orleans,

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...

There stood a log cabin there made of earth and wood,

Where lived a country boy named a Johnny B. Goode...

He never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.



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Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Johnny Go Go Go

Go Go Johnny B. Goode



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.

The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,

Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my that little country boy could play



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His mother told him someday he would be a man,

And he would be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear him play his music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday his name would be in lights

It would be saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.



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