Johnny B Goodie
4 3 2 1 Deep down
in Lou i sia na
close to New Or leans
Way back up
in the woods a mong
the ever greens
There stood a log
ca bin made of earth
and wood
Where lived a coun try
boy name of
Jon ny B Goode
He ne ver e ver
learned to read or write
so well
But he could play
the gui tar like
rin ging a bell
Go Go Go
Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
John ny B Goode
He used to car ry
his gui tar in a
gun ny sack
And sit be neath
the trees by the
rail road track
Oh the en gi neers
used to see him
sit ting in the shade
Stru ming with the
rhythm that the
drivers made
Peo ple pas sing
by would stop and say
Oh my that lit tle
coun try boy coul d play
Go Go Go Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
Go Jon ny G o Go
Jon ny B Good
4 3 2 1 His ma ma told him
someday he
would be a man
And you wil be
the lea der
of a big old band
Ma ny peo ple co ming
from miles a round
To hear you play
your mu sic
when the sun go down
May be some day
his name would
be in lights
Saying Jon ny B Good
to night
Go Go Go Jon ny Go
Go Go Go Jon ny Go
Go Go Go Go Jon ny Go
Go Go Go Jon ny Go
Go Go Go Jon ny Go
Jon ny B Good