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Way [Ab]down Louisiana close to New Orleans,

Way [Ab]back up in the woods among the evergreens...

There [Db]stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,

Where [Ab]lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...

He [Eb]never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could [Ab]play the guitar like ringing a bell

 

Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Db]Go

Go Johnny Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Eb]Go

Johnny B. [Ab]Goode

 

He use to [Ab]carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit [Ab]beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh, the [Db]engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,

[Ab]Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made

[Eb]People passing by would stop and say

Oh [Ab]my that little country boy could play

 

Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Db]Go

Go Johnny Go [Ab]Go

Go Johnny Go [Eb]Go

Johnny B. [Ab]Goode

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His [Ab]mama told him someday he would be a man,

And he [Ab]would be the leader of a big old band

[Db]Many people coming from miles around

To [Ab]hear him play his music when the sun go down

[Eb]Maybe someday his name would be in lights

Saying [Ab]Johnny B. Goode tonight

 

[Ab]Go Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

[Db]Go Johnny Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

Go [Eb]Go

Johnny B. [Ab]Goode

 

[Ab]Go Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

[Db]Go Johnny Go

[Ab]Go Johnny Go

[Eb]Go

Johnny B. [Ab]Goode[N.C.]　[Ab]