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Johnny Be Goode

	Deep down in louisiana
	Close to new orleans,
	Way back up in the woods
	Among the evergreens,
	There stand a country cabin
	Made of clay and wood,
	Where lives a young country boy
	Named johnny b. goode,
	He never ever learned
	To read or write a book so well,
	But he could play his guitar
	Just like a-ringing a bell.
	Go go, go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Aah johnny b. goode!
	He used to carry his guitar
	In a gunny sack,
	Sit beneath the trees
	By the railroad track.
	Oh sitting and a-playing
	In the shade,
	Drumming to the rhythm
	That the drivers made.
	People passing by
	Used to stop and say:
	My oh my,
	That country boy can play.
	Go go, go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Aah johnny b. goode!
	Well his mama told him:
	Someday you will be a man.
	And you will be the leader
	Of a big old band.
	Many people coming
	From miles around,
	To hear you play your music
	Till the sun goes down.
	Maybe some day
	Your name will be in light,
	Saying: johnny
	B. goode tonight! go go, go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Go johnny go go go!
	Aah johnny b. goode!