Way down on the Louisiana coast in New Orleans
Back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a lock, Kevin Burke, earth and wood
Who lived a country boy and a Johnny Beagle
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like a ring in a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny Beagle
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Old engineers used to sleep in the shade
Strumbling by the riddles that the drivers made
People passing by
Would stop and say
Oh, mama, that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny Beagle
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Go, Johnny Beagle
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, Johnny Beagle
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It's got to turn to Sunday, you'll be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Oh, many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday you'll realize
That Johnny B. Goode tonight
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Go, Johnny, go, Johnny