Johnny B. Good

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Good

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

The people passing by, they would stop and say

"Oh my, what that little country boy could play"

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Go, Johnny, go, go

Johnny B. Good

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music when the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name would be in lights

Saying, Johnny B. Good tonight"

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Oh, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go

Johnny B. Good