Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville, yeah

Back up in the woods, on top of a hill

There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

There was 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 he's ringing a bell, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode tonight

You better go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode

Used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, yeah, yeah

Sitting in a tree near the railroad track, yeah, yeah

Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made, yeah

People passing by would stop and say

Oh, my, oh, my, what a boy can play

Come on and go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode tonight

You better go (Go, Johnny)

I said, Johnny B. Goode

Go now, Johnny

Come on, come on

Mama said, "Son, you gotta be a man (Go on to be a man)

Gotta be leader of a reggae band (Swinging, swinging, swinging)

And the people coming in from miles around

Only to hear you play until the sun goes down"

And, boy, someday your name will be in the lights

Singing, 'Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight'"

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

Johnny B. Goode tonight

You better go (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode

Come on, go (Go, Johnny)

I said, Johnny B. Goode, Johnny B. Goode

Better come on, go, now (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode

Go now to hear him

I said, come on, a-come on

(Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode

Come on, go now (Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny)

I keep on telling you, go (Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode

Come on, go, now (Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

Johnny B. Goode (Go, Johnny)

(Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

(Go, Johnny)

(Go, go, go, go, Johnny)

(Go, Johnny)