Lyrics | % Correct |
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But he could play a {guitar} | 93%
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He used to carry his {guitar} | 93%
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"Oh my what that little {country} {boy} | 89%
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or {write} so well | 89%
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Where lived a {country} {boy} named Johnny B. Goode | 89%
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Who never ever learned to {read} | 89%
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Deep down in {Louisiana} | 87%
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among the {evergreens} | 85%
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close to {New Orleans} | 85%
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just like {a-ringin'} {a} {bell} | 85%
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Way back up in the {woods} | 80%
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made of {earth} and wood | 76%
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And you will be the {leader} | 70%
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could {play}" | 70%
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and {say} | 67%
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Go sit beneath the {tree} | 67%
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Many {people} coming | 67%
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His {mother} told him | 65%
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Saying "Johnny B. Goode {tonight}" | 65%
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"someday you will be a {man} | 65%
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There stood a {log} {cabin} | 65%
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by the {railroad} {track} | 63%
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of a {big} {old} {band} | 61%
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Maybe someday your {name} | 59%
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To hear you play your {music} | 57%
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in a {gunny} {sack} | 54%
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The people passing by they would {stop} | 54%
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when the {sun} {go} {down} | 54%
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sitting in the {shade} | 52%
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will {be} {in} {lights} | 52%
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from {miles} {around} | 50%
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{rhythm} that the | 37%
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{drivers} made | 35%
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Oh, the {engineers} would see him | 35%
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{Strumming} with the | 30%
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