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Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville |
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Back up in the woods, on top of a hill |
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There stood an old hut made of earth and wood |
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
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He never learned to read or write so well |
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But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny be good tonight! |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny B. Goode... |
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack |
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Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track |
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Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade |
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Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made |
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People passing by would stop and say: |
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"Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play" |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny be good tonight! |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny B. Goode... |
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Mama said: "Son, you gotta be a man, |
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You got to be the leader of a reggae band |
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People comin' in from miles around |
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To hear you play until the sun goes down |
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Boy, someday your name will be in the lights |
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Sayin' JOHNNY - JOHNNY B. GOODE TONITE" |
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I said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny be good tonight! |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny you better be good |
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Said go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny be good tonight! |
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Go, go Johnny! |
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Johnny B. Goode... |
