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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans |
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens |
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There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood |
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
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Who never learned to read or write so well |
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But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell |
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Go go |
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Go Johnny go go |
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Go Johnny go go |
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Go Johnny go go go |
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Go Johnny go go go |
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Johnny B. Goode |
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His mother told him' someday you will be a man |
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You will be the leader of a big old band |
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Many people coming from miles around |
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To hear you play your music when the sun goes down |
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And maybe someday your name will be in lights |
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Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight |
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Go go go |
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Go Johnny go go |
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Go Johnny go go |
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Go Johnny go go go |
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Go Johnny go go |
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Johnny B. Goode |
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