Lyrics Johnny B. Goode - Grateful Dead
Deep
down
in
Louisiana
close
to
New
Orleans,
Way
back
in
the
woods
among
the
evergreens
There
in
an
old
cabin
made
of
earth
and
wood
There
lived
a
country
boy
named
Johnny
B.
Goode.
He
never
learned
to
read
or
write
so
well,
But
he
could
play
a
guitar
like
ringin′
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
up
in
the
trees
by
the
railroad
track.
The
engineers
seen
him
sittin'
in
the
shade
Strummin′
to
the
rhythm
that
the
drivers
made.
People
passin'
by
would
stop
and
say
"My
my,
but
that
little
country
boy
can
play!"
Go
go,
go
Johnny
go,
go;
go
Johnny
go,
go;
Go
Johnny
go,
go;
Go
Johnny
go,
go;
Go
Johnny
B.
Goode.
His
mamma
told
him
"Someday
you
will
be
a
man."
You
will
be
the
leader
of
a
big
old
band
Many
people
comin'
from
miles
around
To
hear
you
play
your
music
when
the
sun
goes
down.
Maybe
someday
your
name
will
be
in
lights.
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