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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passin' by would stop and say
My
my,
but
that
little
country
boy
can
play!
Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.
His mamma told him Someday
you
will
be
a
man.
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights.
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- Dave’s Picks Volume 19
- Dave’s Picks: Volume 13
- Dave’s Picks 2015 Bonus Disc
- 30 Trips Around the Sun
- Fare Thee Well
- 30 Days Of Dead 2014
- Sunshine Daydream
- Family Dog at the Great Highway, 4-18-70
- Live Dead
- Miscellaneous
- Flashback With The Grateful Dead
- Road Trips Volume 2 Number 2
- Infrared Roses
- Built to Last
- In the Dark
- Reckoning
- Go To Heaven
- Shakedown Street
- Terrapin Station
- Steal Your Face