Chords for Larkin Poe - Johnny B. Goode

_ _ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ Let's try it shall we guys this is Johnny be good
Please [N] hold your breath for me because now that I've talked about it.
I'm most definitely gonna try and botch this riff
self sabotage of the thing _
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Sorry just to explain I realized I was like what is that really weird high-pitched sound on my guitar and it turns out I'd love
To pick in the strings, you know what I mean?
It's like one of those things I want to think deep down Louisiana close to no
I lean way back up in the woods among the evergreens
[Eb] They stood a lot cabin made of earth and [Bb] wood
I look the country boy and then Johnny be good
[C] He never ever learned to read around so well, but he could play the guitar just like a ring in a bell Go away
Go Johnny go
Go _ _ Johnny go [Eb] go
[Eb] Go Johnny [Bb] go go
_ [Bb] Go Johnny go [F] go
[Eb] _ Johnny [Bb] be good _
_ [F] _ [Bb] He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
[Eb] Oh, the engineers is here
I'm sitting in this [Bb] shade strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made [F] the people passing by will they would stop and say
My hell that little country girl can't play go go
Go Johnny go go _ go Johnny go [Eb] go
Go Johnny [Bb] go go
[Bb] Go Johnny [F] go go
_ [Eb] _ [Bb] Johnny be good.
Come on little Megan [A] lover
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Johnny go go
Go Johnny go [Eb]
go
Go Johnny go
Go _ Johnny go [F] go
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_ _ _ That's so of course I have my pick sitting like that in the straights like a noob
Lord _
Bless my heart and call me a biscuit.
What do they say butter my butt and call me a biscuit?
_ _ I think granny said that once in her life our our paternal grandmother.
She was hoot
She was like fool the little southern things, but she wasn't very playful with them
Like when she used them
She like what she would call people like got a heifer the heifer ain't got no sense and like that
she