Johnny B. Goode (Reggae)

Deep down in Jamaica close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods on top of the 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 or write so well
But he could play his guitar like a-ringin' a bell, yeah

He said go, Johnny B. Goode tonight
He said go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to play his guitar on the burnin' sand
Sittin' in a tree near the railroad track
Old engineer ran the train, sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm the drivers made
Passers-by would stop and say
"Oh my, oh my, what a boy can play"

He said go, Johnny B. Goode tonight
He said go, Johnny B. Goode

Mama said, "Son, you got to 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
Someday, son, you will be the light"
Singin' Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight

He said go, Johnny B. Goode tonight
He said go, Johnny B. Goode