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Johnny B. Goode
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. Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell.
(Chorus)
Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go (x4)
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Oh, sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made,
Oh, n' people passin' by they would stop and say,
Oh, my but that little country boy could play
(Chorus)
His mother told him, some day you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
Many people comin' from miles around,
To hear you play your music when the sun go down,
Maybe some day, your name will be in lights sayin',
Johnny B. Goode tonight
(Chorus)
Lyric to Peter Tosh's
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
Chorus (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
(Chorus)
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
