Johnny B. Goode Chords by Chuck Berry

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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the [Eb] evergreens,
there stood a log cabin made of earth and [Bb] wood, where lived a country boy named Johnny B.
[F] Goode,
who never ever learned to read or write so well, [Bbm] but he could play a guitar just like a ring and a bell.
Go, go, _ go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, [Ab] go, go, [Eb] go, Johnny, [Bb] go, go, go, Johnny, [Fm] go, [F] go, _ [Bb] Johnny B.
Goode. _
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, or sit beneath a tree by the railroad track,
[Eb] all engine, everything pitting in the shade, [Bb] drumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
[F] The people passing by, they would stop and say, [Bb] oh my, what that little country boy could play.
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go, [Eb] go, go, Johnny, [Bb] go, go, go, Johnny, [F] go, go, go, Johnny [Bb] B.
Goode. _ _ _
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His mother told him someday you will be a man, and you will be the leader of a big old [Eb] band.
Many people coming from miles [Bb] around will hear you play your music when the sun go [F] down.
Maybe someday your name will be in [Bb] light saying Johnny B.
Goode tonight.
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go, Johnny, go, [Eb] go, go, [Fm] Johnny, go, [Eb] [Bb] go, go, Johnny, go, _
[F] go.
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