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 or write so well

But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell

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

Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track

Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by would stop and say:

"Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play"

Said go, go Johnny!

Johnny be good tonight!

Said go, go Johnny!

Johnny B. Goode

Mama said: "Son, you gotta be a man

You got to be the leader of a reggae band

People comin' in from miles around

To hear you play until the sun goes down

Boy, someday your name will be in the lights

Sayin' JOHNNY - JOHNNY B. GOODE TONITE"

I said go, go Johnny!

Johnny be good tonight!

Said go, go Johnny!

Johnny you better be good

Said go, go Johnny!

Johnny be good tonight!

Go, go Johnny!

Johnny B. Goode