Lyrics:

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
There was a little country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well
But he could play his guitar just like ringing a bell
Come on go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode tonight
You better go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sitting in a tree near the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my, oh my what a boy can play
Come on go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode tonight
You better go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode

Mama said son you're gonna be a man
You're gonna be the leader of a reggae band
People coming from miles around
To hear you play until the sun goes down
Oh, and the boys will pay you anything you like
Singing Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight
Come on go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode tonight
You better go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode
Come on go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode tonight
You better go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode
Come on go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode tonight

You better go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode