[00:02]Chuck Berry [00:05]Johnny B. Goode [00:18]Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans [00:20]Way back up in the woods among the evergreens [00:23]There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood [00:26]Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode [00:29]Who never ever learned to read or write so well [00:31]But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell [00:34]Go, go, [00:36]go Johnny go, go [00:39] go Johnny go, go [00:42]go Johnny go, go [00:45] go Johnny go, go [00:48]Johnny B. Goode [00:52]He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack [00:54]Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track [00:57]Oh, an engineer could see him sitting in the shade [01:00]Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made [01:03]People passing by they would stop and say [01:06]Oh my, but that little country boy could play [01:09]Go, go, [01:11]go Johnny go, go [01:13] go Johnny go, go [01:16]go Johnny go, go [01:19] go Johnny go, go [01:23]Johnny B. Goode [02:01]His mother told him "some day you will be a man" [02:04]And you will be the leader of a big old band [02:07]Many people coming from miles around [02:10]To hear you play your music till the sun go down [02:12]Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights [02:15]Sayin' "Johnny B. Goode tonight" [02:18]Go, go, [02:19]Go, Johnny, go [02:21] Go, go, go Johnny, go [02:24]Go, go, go Johnny go [02:27] Go, go, go Johnny, go [02:30]Go ... [02:33]Johnny B. Goode
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