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 Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made People pa*sing by would stop and say: "Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play" Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... Mama said: "Son, you gotta be a man, You got to be the leader of a reggae band People comin' in from miles around To hear you play until the sun goes down Boy, someday your name will be in the lights Sayin' JOHNNY - JOHNNY B. GOODE TONITE" I said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny you better be good Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode...