He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods along the Evergreen
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go, Go Johnny go go ... Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
Oh, Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
And people passing by would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy can play
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His mother told him: "- Son, hey you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big roll band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when thew sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying : JOHNNY B. GOODE TONIGHT"
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