By Chuck Berry
Intro – 12 Bar Instrumental Solo
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| Way | down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, |
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| Way back up in the woods among the e | vergreens, |
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| Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood |
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| Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
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| Well h | e never ever learned to read o | r write so well, |
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| But he coul | d play the guitar just like | a ringin' a bell. I said |
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| He u | sed to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, |
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| Go sit beneath the tree by the railro | ad track. |
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| Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, |
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| Strummin' with the rhythm that that engine made. |
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| When p | eople passed him by they would | stop and say, |
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| My that cou | ntry boy can play' |
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| His | mama said, 'someday you will be a man, |
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| You will be the leader of a big ol' b | and. |
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| Many people comin' from miles around |
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| Just to hear you playin’ til the sun go down. |
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| Maybe | someday your name'll be in ligh | ts, |
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| Sayin' 'Joh | nny B. Goode tonight' |
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