Me still alone, me sip on the rum Me wonder when the boat she come To bring me love, oh sweet little thing She rock 'n' roll, she dance and sing She hold me tight, she touch me lips Me eyes they close, me heart she flip Havana moon, Havana moon

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She followed him around where he played his guitar Till he got so popular they made him a star Then she could only see him on a TV screen And hoped someday that he'd come back to New Orleans Everybody liked her and was knocking on wood But soon there came a baby for Lady B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell. <p> Go, go, Go, Johnny go...

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Ow! Have mercy on my little Tulane She's too alive to try to live alone And I know her needs And although she loves me She's gonna try to make it While the poor boy's gone <p>Somebody should tell her to live And I'll understand it And even love her more When I come back home

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