Johnny B. Goode (Live from Blueberry Hill)

So here goes Johnny now

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Back up in the woods among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write well
He could play a guitar like a ringing a bell

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Johnny B. Goode

Carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, engineers would see him, sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my, that little country boy could play

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Johnny B. Goode



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen, Chuck Berry
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