Johnny B. Goode

Chuck Berry (1958)

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Deep	down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,

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There	stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

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Where	lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

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Who	never ever learned to read or write so well,

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But he could	play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.

Living in the city sittin' in the shade,

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.

When people passed him by they would stop and say,

"Oh my but that little country boy could play".

His mother told him: "Someday you will be a man,

And you will be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.

Maybe some day your name will be in lights -

Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!"