Way downlouisiana close to new orleans, way back up in the woods amongthe evergreens... there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived acountry boy name of johnny b. goode... he never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could playthe guitar like ringing a bell go go go johnny go go go johnny b. goode. he use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack and sit beneath thetrees by the railroad track. oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, playingto the rhythm that the drivers made. people passing by would stop and say oh my that little countryboy could play his mama told him someday he would be a man, andhe would be the leader of a big old band. many people coming from miles around to hear him play his musicwhen the sun go down maybe someday his name would be in lights saying johnny b. goodetonight
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