A Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, A Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, D There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood A Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode E Who never ever learned to read or write so well, A But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. [Chorus] A Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! D Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! A E A Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode [Verse] A He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, A Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. D Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, A Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. E When people passed him by they would stop and say, A 'oh, my but that little country boy could play' [Chorus] A Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! D Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! A E A Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode [Verse] A His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man, A You will be the leader of a big ol' band. D Many people comin' from miles around A Will hear you play your music when the sun go down. E Maybe someday your name'll be in lights, A Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'' [Chorus] A Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! D Go, Johnny, go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! A E A Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode
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