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[00:21.060]Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
[00:23.370]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens.
[00:26.640]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
[00:29.730]Where lived a country boy name Johnny B. Goode.
[00:32.940]Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
[00:36.210]But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
[00:40.740]Go Go
[00:40.950]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:41.250]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:41.550]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:42.030]Go Johnny Go Go
[00:51.600]Go Johnny B. Goode
[00:58.200]He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
[01:01.680]And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
[01:04.950]Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
[01:08.040]Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
[01:11.250]People passing by would stop and say
[01:13.740]“ Oh my that little country boy could play”
[01:16.950]Go Go
[01:17.280]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:17.640]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:26.340]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:26.760]Go Johnny Go Go
[01:29.940]Go Johnny B. Goode
[02:41.250]His mother told him someday you would be a man,
[02:57.300]And you would be the leader of a big old band.
[03:00.300]Many people coming from miles around
[03:03.570]To hear you play your music when the sun go down
[03:06.690]Maybe someday your name would be in lights
[03:08.460]Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
[03:11.820]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[03:12.720]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[03:13.080]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[03:13.500]Go Go Go Johnny Go
[03:13.860]Go Johnny B. Goode

Deep 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 Johnny B. Goode.
Who 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 Go Go
Go Johnny 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,
Strumming with 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 Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him someday you would be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Go Go Johnny Go
Go Johnny B. Goode