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 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 ah
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
Sitting in a tree in the railroad track
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade
Choo-choo
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
People passing by would stop and say:
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
'Oh my, oh my, oh how a good boy can play'

I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...


Mama said: 'Son, you gotta be a man
Go, be a man
You got to be the leader of a reggae band'
Skengay skengay, skengay skengay
People comin' in from miles around
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
To hear you play until the sun goes down
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
Boy, someday your name will be in the lights
Dee-oo-doo, dee-oo-doo
Sayin' 'Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight'

I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight! Yeah ah
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 him play
Better be good