sometimes I just have a one track mind

and it was going round in circles
.
(beautiful guitar chords, eh?)
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and then it got stuck in the middle

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(with you?)

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but I ended up here. . .

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Deep down in 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 could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell
.
Go, go, go Johnny go go go
Johnny go go go
Johnny go go go
Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
"Oh my but that little country boy could play"
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His mother told him "Some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big rock band
Many people coming from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'!"
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Go, go, go Johnny go go go
Johnny go go go
Johnny go go go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
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as sung by THE Band
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*sigh*