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Way down in Louisiana down in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like he's a-ringin' a bell

Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineer could see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the driver made
People passing by you know they'd stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy can play

Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, Johnny go go
Go, Johnny B. Good

Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go, Johnny go go
Go, Johnny B. Good

Well his mama told him one day you will be a man
And You will be the leader of a big old band
People gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play it till the sun goes down
One day maybe your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Good tonight

Go, go, go, go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny B. Good