[00:17.95]Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
[00:20.63]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
[00:23.39]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
[00:26.28]Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
[00:29.10]Who never ever learned to read or write so well
[00:31.61]But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell
[00:34.26]Go, go, go Johnny go go
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[00:38.95]go Johnny go go
[00:41.81]go Johnny go go
[00:44.69]go Johnny go go
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[00:48.44]Johnny B. Goode
[00:51.48]He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[00:54.64]Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
[00:57.33]Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade
[01:00.45]Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
[01:03.26]People passing by they would stop and say
[01:05.69]Oh my but that little country boy could play
[01:08.55]Go, go, go Johnny go go
[01:13.18]go Johnny go go
[01:16.05]go Johnny go go
[01:18.85]go Johnny go go
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[01:22.74]Johnny B. Goode
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[02:00.71]His mother told him "some day you will be a man"
[02:03.57]And you will be the leader of a big old band
[02:06.39]Many people coming from miles around
[02:09.26]To hear you play your music till the sun go down
[02:12.13]Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
[02:14.75]Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight
[02:16.89]Go, go, go Johnny go go
[02:20.40]go go Johnny go go go
[02:23.60]go Johnny go go go
[02:26.53]go Johnny go go