Yeah, deep down in Louisiana
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the Evergreens
Oh, there stood an old cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he can play a guitar
Just like ringing a bell
Tell em go
Yeah, let Johnny go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his
Guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the Evergreens
Oh, there stood an old cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he can play a guitar
Just like ringing a bell
Tell em go
Yeah, let Johnny go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny, go
Go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his
Guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track
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