Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens
Stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Never ever learned to read or write so well
Play a guitar like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Sit beneath the tree and play all day
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passed him by, used to stop and say
My, how that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens
Stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Never ever learned to read or write so well
Play a guitar like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Sit beneath the tree and play all day
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passed him by, used to stop and say
My, how that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, go, Johnny
Go, go, yeah, Johnny B. Goode
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