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Yeah!
Oh, Johnny B. Goode!
Give it to me
He's down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans
Back up in the woods among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
He played the guitar like the ringin' of a bell
Oh, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Oh, oh, Johnny B. Goode
Yeah, he used to carry guitar in a gunny sack
Sittin' 'neath the trees by the railroad track
The old engineer would blow it on a lovely day
Hittin' it to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin' by used to stop and say
"Oh, that little country boy could play"
Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Whoa, Johnny B. Goode
Well, his mama told him, someday, son, you gonna be a man
Say you're gonna be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
Hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will in light
Johnny B. Goode, tonight
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go
Oh-ho Lord, Johnny B. Goode
Give it to me now!
Oh, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Oh, Johnny B. Goode
Whoo!
I said go!
Oh, give it to me!
Oh, Johnny B. Goode
