johnny b goode _ Peter Tosh

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!