Johny B Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close the 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 Johnny Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
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Go, go, go jonny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
johnny be good

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade [bad word]  to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy can play
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His mother told him some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many [bad word] from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in light
Sayin' Jonny be good tonight
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