[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight! Yeah ah
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...
[Verse 2]
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"
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
[Chorus]
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny be good tonight! Yeah ah
I said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode...
[Verse 2]
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"
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