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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,&#13;
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens&#13;
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,&#13;
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode&#13;
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,&#13;
But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell.&#13;
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[Chorus:]&#13;
Go Go&#13;
Go, Johnny, go, go&#13;
Go, Johnny, go, go&#13;
Go, Johnny, go, go&#13;
Go, Johnny, go, go&#13;
Johnny B. Goode&#13;
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack&#13;
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.&#13;
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade,&#13;
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.&#13;
The people passing by, they would stop and say,&#13;
&quot;Oh, my, but that little country boy could play!&quot;&#13;
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[Chorus]&#13;
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His mother told him, &quot;Someday you will be a man,&#13;
And you will be the leader of a big old band.&#13;
Many people coming from miles around&#13;
To hear you play your music when the sun go down.&#13;
Maybe someday your name will be in lights&#13;
Saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'.&quot;&#13;
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