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Santa B Goode [A]Chuck Berry

Verse 1
Deep A down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There D stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where A lived a country boy named Santa B. Goode
Who E7 never ever learned to read or write so well,
but he could A play a UKULELE like a ringin’ a bell.

Chorus
A Go go.....go Santa go go go
Go Santa go go go D
D Go Santa go go A go
A Go Santa go go E7 go..... Santa B. A Goode...

Verse 2
He used to A put his UKULELE in a big red sack and
sit beneath a tree by the railroad track.
An D engineers could see him sitting in the shade
A strummin’ to the rhythm that the drivers made
E7 People passing by... they would stop and say
Oh A my but that little country boy can play.

Chorus

Verse 3
His A mother told him “someday you will be a man”
And you will be the leader of a Big Uke Jam
D Many, many people come from miles around to
A hear your UKULELE till the sun go down
E7 Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin’ A ‘ Santa B. Goode tonight’.

Chorus x2
A Go go.....go Santa go go go
Go Santa go go go D
D Go Santa go go A go
A Go Santa go go E7 go..... Santa B. A Goode...

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