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!