Johnny B. Goode Lyrics

	Way down 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...
	He never ever learned to read or write so well,
	But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
	Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
	Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
	People passing by would stop and say
	Oh my that little country boy could play
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	His mama told him someday he would be a man,
	And he would be the leader of a big old band.
	Many people coming from miles around
	To hear him play his music when the sun go down
	Maybe someday his name would be in lights
	Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode

	Way down 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...
	He never ever learned to read or write so well,
	But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
	Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
	Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
	People passing by would stop and say
	Oh my that little country boy could play
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	His mama told him someday he would be a man,
	And he would be the leader of a big old band.
	Many people coming from miles around
	To hear him play his music when the sun go down
	Maybe someday his name would be in lights
	Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode

	Way down 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...
	He never ever learned to read or write so well,
	But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
	And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
	Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
	Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
	People passing by would stop and say
	Oh my that little country boy could play
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode
	His mama told him someday he would be a man,
	And he would be the leader of a big old band.
	Many people coming from miles around
	To hear him play his music when the sun go down
	Maybe someday his name would be in lights
	Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
	Go Go
	Go Johnny Go
	Go Go
	Johnny B. Goode

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