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 a write so well

But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell yell



CHORUS (we all know this)



He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Sitting in a tree in the railroad track

Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade

Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made



People passing by would stop and say

Oh my oh my what the boy can play



CHORUS



Mama said son you gotta be a man

You gotta be the leader of a reggae band

People coming in from miles around

To hear you play until the sun goes down



Boy someday your name will be in the lights

Saying Johnny B Goode tonight