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  [bad word]  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  [bad word]  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...