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BbDeep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,BbWay back up in the woods among the evergreens, EbThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood BbWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode FWho never ever learned to read or write so well, BbBut he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! EbGo, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go!Bb F BbGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
BbHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,BbGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. EbOld engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, BbStrummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. FWhen people passed him by they would stop and say, Bb'oh, my but that little country boy could play'
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! EbGo, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go!Bb F BbGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
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BbHis mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,BbYou will be the leader of a big ol' band. EbMany people comin' from miles around BbWill hear you play your music when the sun go down. FMaybe someday your name'll be in lights, BbSayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
BbGo! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! EbGo, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go!Bb F BbGo! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
