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Play that thing, let johnny go Johnny, that the drivers made
He used to carry his, from miles around, play that thing
There stood an old cabin, to read or write so well Johnny, but that little
Way back up in the woods, made of earth and wood
Maybe someday, and all the people passing by
Play that thing, he used to carry his
There stood an old cabin, to hear you play your music
And you will be the leader, by the railroad track B., sit beneath the trees
There stood an old cabin, from miles around
Where lived a country boy, close to new orleans
Way back up in the woods, let johnny go
Strumming with the rhythm, and all the engineers would Winter, would stop and say
lemme hear you play it
And all the people passing by, that the drivers made
Made of earth and wood, goode tonight Johnny, let johnny go
let johnny go
Just like ringing a bell, who never ever learned
he used to carry his
just like ringing a bell
from miles around
See him sitting in the shade, but that little, would stop and say
Named johnny b, that the drivers made, let johnny go
of a big old band
guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees, made of earth and wood
Deep down in louisiana, see him sitting in the shade
saying johnny b
Made of earth and wood, see him sitting in the shade, country boy can play
By the railroad track, made of earth and wood Goode, his mother told him
your name would be in lights
Named johnny b, til the sun go down
Your name would be in lights, made of earth and wood Goode, to read or write so well
Among the evergreens, named johnny b
And all the people passing by, saying johnny b
see him sitting in the shade
There stood an old cabin, his mother told him
Where lived a country boy, your name would be in lights
Your name would be in lights, play that thing, would stop and say
Til the sun go down, by the railroad track
Among the evergreens, would stop and say
Lemme hear you play it, your name would be in lights B., named johnny b
Saying johnny b, saying johnny b
Close to new orleans, country boy can play
And all the engineers would, sit beneath the trees B., that the drivers made
By the railroad track, made of earth and wood, guitar in a gunny sack
Let johnny go, he used to carry his, someday you will be a man
He used to carry his, and you will be the leader Johnny, deep down in louisiana
Say it again, say it again B., by the railroad track
Lemme hear you play it, that the drivers made B., someday you will be a man
Sit beneath the trees, there stood an old cabin Johnny, guitar in a gunny sack
your name would be in lights
Say it again, maybe someday B., way back up in the woods
Maybe someday, and all the engineers would, just like ringing a bell
he used to carry his