JOHNNY B. GOODE                 CHUCK BERRY



DEEP DOWN IN LOUSIANA, CLOSE TO NEW ORLEANS,

'WAY BACK UP IN THE WOODS AMONG THE EVER GREENS;

THERE STOOD AN OLD CABIN MADE OF EARTH AND WOOD,

WHERE LIVED A COUNTRY BOY NAMED JOHNNY B. BOODE.

WHO'D NEVER EVER LEARNED TO READ OR WRITE SO WELL,

BUT HE COULD PLAY A GUITAR JUST LIVE A RINGIN' A BELL.

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JOHNNY GO !  GO !  GO !

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JOHNNY B. GOODE.

HE USED TO CARRY HIS GUITAR IN A GUNNY SACK,

GO SIT BE NEATH THE TREE BY THE RAIL ROAD TRACK;

OL' ENGINEER IN THE TRAIN SITTIN' IN THE SHADE,

STRUMMIN' WITH THE RHYTHM THAT THE DRIVERS MADE.

THE PEOPLE PASSIN' BY, THEY WOULD STOP AND SAY

OH MY, BUT THAT LITTLE COUNTRY BOY COULD PLAY

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JOHNNY GO !  GO !  GO !

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JOHNNY B. GOODE.

HIS MOTHER TOLD HIM, " SOME DAY 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 TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN.

MAY BE SOME DAY YOUR NAME 'LL BE IN LIGHTS A SAYIN'

JOHNNY B. GOODE TO NIGHT ".

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JOHNNY GO !  GO !  GO !

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JOHNNY GO !  GO !  GO !

JOHNNY B. GOODE.