Johnny B. Goode Ultraje a Rigor
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Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
Go, go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade
Playing to the music that the drivers made
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go, go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Johnny B. Goode
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
Go, go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade
Playing to the music that the drivers made
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go, go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Johnny B. Goode
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