Ukeadoodle

Santa B Goode [C] - 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 the UKULELE like a ringin’ a bell.

Verse 2:
He used to [A] put his UKULELE in a gunny 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’.

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