Gb

down

in

Lou-

'si-

an-

a

close

to

Gb

New

Or-

leans,

'Way

Gb

back

up

in

the

woods

a-

moung

the

Gb7

ev-

er

greens;

There

Cb7

stood

an

old__

cab-

in

made

of

Cb7

earch

and

wood,

Where

Gb

lived

a

coun-

try

boy__

named

Gb

JOHN-

NY

B.

GOODE.

Who'd

Db7

nev-

er

ev-

er

learned

to

read

or

Db7

write

so

well,

But

he

could

Gb

play

a

gui-

tar__

just

like

a-

Gb

ring-

in'

a

bell.

Go!

Go!__

Gb

car-

ry

his

gui-

tar__

in

a

Gb

gun-

ny

sack,

Go

Gb

sit

be-

neath

the

tree__

by

the

Gb7

rail-

road

track;

Ol'

Cb7

en-

gineer

in

the

train__

sit-

tin

Cb7

in

the

shade,__

Gb

Strum-

min'

with

the

rhy-

thm

that

the

Gb

driv-

ers

made.__

The

Db7

peo-

ple

pass-

in'

by,__

they

would

Db7

stop

and

say__

Gb

Oh

my,

but

that

lit-

tle

coun-

try

Gb

boy__

could

play.

Go!

Go!__

Gb

moth-

er

told

him,

"Some

day

you

will

Gb

be

a

man

And

Gb

you

will

be

the

lead-

er

of

a

Gb7

big

old

band;_

Cb7

Man-

y

peo-

ple

com-

in'

from__

Cb7

miles

a-

round,

To

Gb

hear

you

play

your

mu-

sic

till

the

Gb

sun

goes

down.__

May-

Db7

be

some

day

your

name-

'll

be

in

Db7

lights__

A-

say-

in'

Gb

JOHN-

NY

B.

GOODE__

to

Gb

night."__

Go!

Go!__