Johnny B Goode

Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville

Back up in the woods on top of a hill

There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

There lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode

He never learned to read and write so well

But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell, yeah

I said, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, be good tonight, yeah

I said, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sitting in a tree in a railroad track, yeah

Old engineer and the train sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my, oh my, how a good boy can play

I said, oh (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, be good tonight, yeah

Said oh, oh (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B Goode

Mama said, son, you gotta be a man

(Go be a man)

You've got to be the leader of a reggae band

People coming in from miles around

To hear you play until the sun goes down

Boy, someday, your name will be in the lights

Saying, Johnny, Johnny B Goode tonight

I said, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, be good tonight, yeah

I said, oh (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, you better be good

I said, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, be good tonight

Play, Johnny (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B Goode

I said, go, go, go, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny, be good tonight

You can hear him play

Go, Johnny

You better be good