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
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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
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!'
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Mama said: 'Son, you gotta be a man
You 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 B, Johnny B Goode tonight'
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny you better be good
[CHORUS]
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
[CHORUS]
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
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!'
[CHORUS]
Mama said: 'Son, you gotta be a man
You 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 B, Johnny B Goode tonight'
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny you better be good
[CHORUS]