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 and a write so well But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell yell (We all know this) He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sitting in a tree in the railroad track Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made People passing by would stop and say Oh my oh my what the boy can play Mama said son you gotta be a man You gotta 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 b goode tonight