Chuck Berry
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Deep down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans,
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
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There stood an old 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 a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell.
CHORUS:
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Go! Go! Go Johnny Go Go
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Go Johnny Go Go Johnny Go
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Go! Go! Go Johnny Go Go------o Johnny B. Goode.
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
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Ol' engineer in the train, sittin' in the shade,
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strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
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The people passin' by, they would stop and say,
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Oh my, but that little country boy could play.
(Chorus)
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His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
and you will be the leader of a big old band.
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Many people comin' from miles around,
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to hear you play your music 'till the sun goes down.
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Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
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A-sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight!"
(Chorus)