Earthlings Johnny B.goode
down in lousiana, close to new orleans way back in the woods amongst the evergreens living in a shack made of earth and wood lived a country boy named johnny b. goode. He never ever learned to read or write so well he could play his guitar just like ringing a bell.
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he used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack sit beneath the trees on the railroad track strumming his guitar in the pouring rain playing music that could stop a train people passing by him would stop and say, "my, that country boy sure can play".
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his momma told him "someday you will be a man and you will be the leader of a big grand band. people will all come from miles around to hear you play your guitar 'til the sun goes down. maybe someday your name might be in lights. saying 'johnny b. goode tonight'."
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