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 write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell
I said go (go Johnny!)
Johnny be good tonight, yeah
I said go (go Johnny!)
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack (turutu-turutu)
Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track, yeah (turutu-turutu)
Old engineer in the train sleepin' in the shade (turutu-turutu)
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made (turutu-turutu)
People passing by would stop and say (turutu-turutu)
"Oh my, oh my, how what the boy can play" (turutu-turutu)
I said go (go Johnny!)
Johnny be good tonight, yeah
Said go, go (go Johnny!)
Johnny B. Goode
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Mama said, "Son, you gotta be a man" (go, be a man)
You got to be the leader of a reggae band (it's reggae, it's reggae, it's reggae)
People comin' in from miles around (turutu-turutu)
To hear you play until the sun goes down (turutu-turutu)
Boy, someday your name will be in the lights (turutu-turutu)
Sayin', "Johnny! Johnny B. Goode tonight"
I said go (go Johnny)
Johnny be good tonight, yeah
I said go (go Johnny!)
Johnny you better be good
Said go (go Johnny!)
Johnny be good tonight!
Play (go Johnny!)
Johnny B. Goode
I said go, go, go, go (go Johnny!)
Johnny be good tonight
You can hear when we play (go Johnny!) better be good