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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. |
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Go Go - Johnny B. Goode |
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And you would be the leader of a big rock band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. +CHORUS |
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