| Lyrics | % Correct |
|---|---|
| But he could play a {guitar} | 96%
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| He used to carry his {guitar} | 96%
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| Deep down in {Louisiana} | 91%
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| or {write} so well | 91%
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| Who never ever learned to {read} | 91%
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| close to {New Orleans} | 89%
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| among the {evergreens} | 88%
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| just like {a-ringin'} {a} {bell} | 88%
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| "Oh my what that little {country} {boy} | 85%
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| Where lived a {country} {boy} named Johnny B. Goode | 85%
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| Way back up in the {woods} | 82%
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| made of {earth} and wood | 78%
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| And you will be the {leader} | 70%
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| "someday you will be a {man} | 67%
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| There stood a {log} {cabin} | 67%
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| could {play}" | 65%
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| Go sit beneath the {tree} | 65%
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| Many {people} coming | 65%
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| Saying "Johnny B. Goode {tonight}" | 65%
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| and {say} | 63%
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| His {mother} told him | 63%
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| by the {railroad} {track} | 61%
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| of a {big} {old} {band} | 61%
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| The people passing by they would {stop} | 56%
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| Maybe someday your {name} | 55%
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| To hear you play your {music} | 55%
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| in a {gunny} {sack} | 54%
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| sitting in the {shade} | 54%
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| from {miles} {around} | 52%
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| when the {sun} {go} {down} | 52%
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| will {be} {in} {lights} | 52%
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| {drivers} made | 39%
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| Oh, the {engineers} would see him | 38%
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| {rhythm} that the | 35%
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| {Strumming} with the | 34%
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