Johnny B. Goode
Chuck Berry
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Way do..wn Loui..sia..na clo..se to.. Ne..w Orle…..ans,
Way back up in the woods among the e..ve..rgreen…ns...
There stood a log cabin made of earth a..nd woo…d..,
Where lived a country boy name of Jo..hnny B... Goo..de...
He never ever learned to read or write so we..ll,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a be..ll.

Go… Go…. // Go…. Jo..hnny.. Go..  // Go… Go…. // 
Go…. Jo..hnny.. Go..  // Go… Go…. // 
Go…. Jo..hnny.. Go..  // Go Go / 
Go…..Jo..hnny.. B…. Goo….de

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sa…ck
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tra…ck.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the sha..de,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers ma…de.
People passing by would stop and sa…y
Oh my that little country boy could pla….y

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His mama told him someday he would be a ma..n,
And he would be the leader of a big old ba..nd.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go do..wn
Maybe someday his name would be in li..ghts
Sa..ying Jo..hnny.. B… Goo..de to..ni…ght.

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