deep dowN louisiana closE to new orleans,
way back up in the woods among the eVERgreens
there stood a loG cabin made of earth and wOod,
where lived a couNtry boy named of johnny b. goode
who Never ever learNed to read or write so well,
but he could plAy the GuItar lIke ringing a bell.
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