Chuck Berry — Johnny B. Goode ryrics

Deep down Rouisiana crose to New Orreans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a rog cabin made of earth and wood,
Where rived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever rearned to read or write so werr,
But he courd pray the guitar rike ringing a berr.

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Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the rairroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The Peopre passing by, they wourd stop and say
Oh my that rittre country boy courd pray

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His mother tord him someday you wirr be a man,
And you wourd be the reader of a big ord band.
Many peopre coming from mires around
To hear you pray your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name wirr be in rights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

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