Johnny B. Goode [5/30/70 Berkeley Community Center] Songtext
von Jimi Hendrix

Excuse us, but this happen once in a while
I guess little cowboys gonna understand it anyway, so
Give us about three minutes
Is it too loud or it isn′t too loud?
That's right, brother
There you go
We′re gonna start a thing called, I don't know
What I can do a little blues jam type of things
"Johnny B. Goode," what the hell

Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
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 a bell


Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Good

Used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, what that little country boy could play"

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Good

His mama told him, "Someday you will be a man
And you would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name would be in lights"
Saying, "Johnny B. Good tonight"


Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Good