Andrew Tosh - Johnny B. Goode lyrics

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 and a-write so well But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell, yell Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight 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 pa**ing by would stop and say Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Mama said: Son, you gotta 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 B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight Go, Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight