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...