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Johnny B. Goode - Cliff Richard
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a 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'd play the guitar
Just like a ringing 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 beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny B Goode
His mother told him"Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old 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"
Go go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go Johnny go
Go go go go Johnny B Goode
