RE:a kind birdJohhny B Good(e)
Deep down in Urban Barry close to Quebecs land
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a gold camp made of earth and wood
Where prospected a gold bug named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could gather property just like a-ringing a bell
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Go Johnny go!
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Johnny B. Goode!
He used to carry his front loader in a big ole truck
Go sit beneath the gold by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Hummin' with the rhythm that the drill bits made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, but that little country sure has it made"
Go go
Go Johnny go!
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Johnny B. Goode!
His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol' Gold Land
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you start the mill when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight!'"
Go go
Go Johnny go!
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Johnny B. Goode!