Deep down in louisiana close to new orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stand a country cabin made of clay and wood,
He never ever learned to read or write a book so well,
But he could play his guitar just like a-ringing a bell
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
He used to carry his guitar In a gunny sack,
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh sitting and a-playing in the shade,
Drumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by used to stop and say:
My oh my, that country boy can play
Go go, go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
Well his mama told him: “Someday you will be a man.”
And you will be the leader ff a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around,
To hear you play music till the sun goes down
Go go, go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
Go johnny go go go!
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