Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens Stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Never ever learned to read or write so well Play a guitar like a-ringin' a bell Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Sit beneath the tree and play all day Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People passed him by, used to stop and say My, how that little country boy could play Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode Well, his mama told him: Someday, you will be a man You will be the leader of a kickass band Many people comin' from miles around Hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe, someday, your name will be in lights Johnny B. Goode tonight, I said Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, go, Johnny Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
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