Peter Tosh - Jonhnny B. Goode

" Johnny B Goode"

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 a-write so well

But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell, yell

And said, "Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight, " yeah

And said, "Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode"

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

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight, " yeah

Said, "Oh oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode"

Mama said: Son, you gotta be a man (go out, 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, Johnny B. Goode tonight

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight, " yeah

Said, "Oh oh, go Johnny, Johnny you better be good"

I said, "Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Play Johnny, "Go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode"

I said, "Go, go, go, go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight"

You can hear him play, go Johnny, better be good