text: Deep down in Louisiana close to 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 name of Johnny B. Goode...
  Who never ever learned to read or write so well
  But he could play a guitar just like ringin a bell
  Go Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Johnny B. Goode
  He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
  Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
  Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade
  Strummin with the rhythm that the drivers made
  People passing by, they would stop and say
  Oh my but that little country boy could play
  Go Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go
  Johnny B. Goode
  His mother told him, Someday you will be a man
  And you will be the leader of a big old band
  Many people comin from miles around
  To hear you play your music when the sun go down
  Maybe someday your name will be in lights
  Sayin Johnny B. Goode tonight.
  Go Go
  Go Johnny Go
  Go Go Go
  Johnny Go
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  Johnny Go
  Oh Go Go
  Johnny Go
  Go
  Johnny B. Goode