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Deep A7down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way A7back up in the woods among the evergreens There sD7tood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where A7lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who E7never ever learned to read or write so well But he could A7play a guitar just like a-ringin’ a bell
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Go, A7go Go Johnny, go, go Go Johnny, go, go D7 Go Johnny, go, go A7 Go Johnny, go, go, go! E7 Johnny B. A7Goode
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He used to A7carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go A7sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engiD7neers would see him sitting in the shade SA7trumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The E7people passing by they would stop and say “Oh A7my but that little country boy could play”
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Go, A7go Go Johnny, go, go Go Johnny, go, go D7 Go Johnny, go, go A7 Go Johnny, go, go, go! E7 Johnny B. A7Goode
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His mama A7told him “someday you will be a man And A7you will be the leader of a big old bandD7Many people coming from miles around To A7hear you play your music when the sun go downE7Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying “A7Johnny B. Goode tonight”