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    Lyrics:Chuck Berry Music:Chuck Berry



    Before we all get kicked outta here

    We're gonna do one more song for you

    Let's go



    He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans

    Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens

    There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

    Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

    He never ever learned to read or write so well

    But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell



    Go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Johnny B. Goode



    He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack

    And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks

    Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade

    Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

    And people passing by would stop and say

    My my but that little country boy can play



    Go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Go Johnny go go

    Johnny B. Goode



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