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| Way 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 By name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar 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
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