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
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