When he was eight years old Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin' Little girl came through the front gate Holdin' a fishin' pole His dad looked down and smiled He said, "We can't leave her behind" "Son, I know you don't want her to go But someday you'll

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good 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

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

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the

This is for Matilda And she needs you This is from This is from Matilda Just like Johnny Flynn said, 'the breath I've taken and the one I must' to go on Put the grenade pin in your hand, so you understand who's boss My defeat sleeps top to toe with her

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

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, I'm gonna mail it straight to you. I'm gonna bring back to your mind, What you said about always being true. Bout our secret hiding places; Being daily satisfied. I can see you sitting and reading it, While you hang