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JIMI HENDRIX - Johnny B. Goode (live) lyrics

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Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,<br />

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens<br />

Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,<br />

Lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode<br />

He never ever learned to read or write so well,<br />

But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.<br />

<br />

Go, go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Johnny B. Goode<br />

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He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack<br />

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.<br />

Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,<br />

Playing to the music that the drivers made.<br />

People passing by they'd stop and say<br />

Oh my that little country boy could play<br />

<br />

Go, go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Johnny B. Goode<br />

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His mama told him “someday you will be a man,<br />

”And you will be the leader of a big old band.<br />

”All kinds a people coming from miles around<br />

”To hear ya play ya guitar 'till the sun go down<br />

”Maybe someday your name will be in lights<br />

”Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.”<br />

<br />

Go, go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Go, Johnny go , go<br />

Johnny B. Goode

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