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Johnny B Goode - 任宰范
Deep down in Louisiana
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin
Made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
Named Johnny B Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could play a guitar
Just like ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Johnny B Goode
He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
And sit beneath the tree
By the railroad track
The engineer could see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing by they
Would stop and say
Oh my how that little
Country boy could play
Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Johnny B Goode
Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Johnny B Goode
Go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Go Johnny Go Go go
Johnny B Goode
