Johnny B. Goode

[A] Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans – Way back up in the woods among the evergreens.  There [D] stood an old cabin made of earth and wood where [A] lived a country boy named Johnny be Goode.  Who [E] never ever learned to read or (D?) write so well, but he could [A] play a guitar just like a ringin’ a bell

{ CHORUS }  [A] Go go – go Johnny go – go – go Johnny go.  [D] go – go Johnny go  [A] go – go Johnny [E] go (D?)  go Johnny be [A] Goode

He used to [A] carry his guitar in a gunny sack.  Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.  The [D] engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade  [A] Strummin’ with the rhythm that the drivers made.  The [E] people passin’ by they would (D?) stop and say  “Oh [A] my that little country boy sure can play.”

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His [A] mother told him someday you will be a man,  and you will be the leader of a big old band.  [D] People comin here from miles around to [A] hear you play your music when the sun goes down.  [E] Someday your name will be (D?) up in lights sayin’ [A] Johnny be Goode tonight.

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