Johnny B. Good

Deep down in Oceania, 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 ring and a bell

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