[00:17.000]Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
[00:20.000]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
[00:23.000]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
[00:25.000]Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
[00:28.000]He never ever learned to read or write so well,
[00:31.000]But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
[00:34.000]Go Go
[00:35.000]Go Johnny Go
[00:37.000]Go Go
[00:39.000]Go Johnny Go
[00:40.000]Go Go
[00:41.000]Go Johnny Go
[00:42.000]Go Go
[00:44.000]Go Johnny Go
[00:45.000]Go Go
[00:48.000]Johnny B. Goode
[00:51.000]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[00:54.000]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
[00:56.000]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
[01:00.000]Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
[01:02.000]People passing by would stop and say
[01:05.000]Oh my that little country boy could play
[01:08.000]Go Go
[01:09.000]Go Johnny Go
[01:11.000]Go Go
[01:12.000]Go Johnny Go
[01:13.000]Go Go
[01:15.000]Go Johnny Go
[01:17.000]Go Go
[01:19.000]Go Johnny Go
[01:20.000]Go Go
[01:22.000]Johnny B. Goode
[02:00.000]His mama told him someday he would be a man,
[02:03.000]And he would be the leader of a big old band.
[02:06.000]Many people coming from miles around
[02:09.000]To hear him play his music when the sun go down
[02:12.000]Maybe someday his name would be in lights
[02:14.000]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
[02:17.000]Go Go
[02:18.000]Go Johnny Go
[02:19.000]Go Go
[02:21.000]Go Johnny Go
[02:22.000]Go Go
[02:23.000]Go Johnny Go
[02:24.000]Go Go
[02:25.000]Go Johnny Go
[02:26.000]Go Go
[02:30.000]Go Go
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