Johnny B. Good

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar just like ringing the

bell

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny, go go

Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go go

Johnny B. Good

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track

Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade

Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made

People passing by they'd stop and say

Oh my but that little country boy can play

Go, go, go Johnny go, go, go Johnny, go go

Go Johnny go, go, go Johnny go go

Johnny B. Good

His mother told him "some day you will be a man"

And you will be the leader of a big old band

Many people coming from miles around

And hear you play your music till the sun goes down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

Sayin' "Johny be good tonight"