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walk to Miami with my hands.

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up on the woods among the evergreens, there stood an old cabin made of earth and wood where...
 
Where there lived a country boy Named Jonny B. Goode

Who never ever ever learned to read or write so well, but could play a guitar, like ringin' a bell.
 
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