Johnny B. Goode - Live

Deep down in 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 of Johnny B. Goode...
 Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
 But he could play a guitar just like ringin' a bell.
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 Johnny B. Goode
 He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
 Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
 Oh, the engineer would see him sitting in the shade,
 Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
 People passing by, they would stop and say
 Oh my but that little country boy could play
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 Johnny B. Goode
 His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
 And you will be the leader of a big old band.
 Many people comin' from miles around
 To hear you play your music when the sun go down
 Maybe someday your name will be in lights
 Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight."
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 Johnny B. Goode