Deep
A
down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There
D
stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where
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lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who
E
never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could
A
play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
He used to
A
carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the
D
engineers would see him sitting in the shade
A
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The
E
people passing by they would stop and say
"Oh
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my what that little country boy could play"
His
A
mother told him "someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
D
Many people coming from miles around
To
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hear you play your music when the sun go down
E
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying "
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Johnny B. Goode tonight"
