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Johnny B. Goode

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Early rock and roll star from the Chuck Berry song of the same name. Berry wrote the semiautobiographical "Johnny B. Goode" in 1955, but it was not recorded and released until 1958.

What you probably don't know is there's more to it than that. Goode appears in other Chuck Berry songs:

  • "Bye Bye Johnny" (1960), where Momma says bye to Johnny as he goes to Hollywood to make some motion pictures. Johnny falls in love there, and promises to build his momma a mansion after he's married.
  • "Go Go Go" (1963, from the album Chuck Berry on Stage. Johnny starts going jazz! "Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood, Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen, Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline."
  • "Johnny B. Blues" ?

In 1969, Berry released the album Concerto in B Goode, but the title track is an 18 minute instrumental.

Mr. Goode gets a mention in Ricky Nelson's 1972 hit song "Garden Party":

Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode

Playing guitar like a-ringing a bell and lookin' like he should.


More impressive are the balls of the band Devo, who killed off Goode in their song "Come Back Jonee" from their 1978 album Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!:

"Johnny jumped into his Datsun. Drove out on the expressway. Went head on into a semi. His guitar's all that's left now."


Lyrics

Caption text
Johnny B. Goode Bye Bye Johnny Go Go Go
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell

Go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming 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. Goode

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

Go, go
Go Johnny, go
Go, go, go Johnny, go
Go, go, go Johnny, go
Go, go, go Johnny, go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust

And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
Down came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood

Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode

She remembered taking money out from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad side
And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied
But never thought that there would come a day like this
When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss

Going, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

She finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told 'er he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for 'em by the railroad track
So every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a' standin', a' wavin' in the kitchen door

Howling, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode

Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar

Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
One and one is two, hitching two, to make it four
Johnny, get your guitar, let's go, go, go, oh baby

Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
He starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn't let him stop
Girls so shook up, seeing him shaking on the show
Everybody starts to holler go, go, go, oh baby

Duckwalking on his knees, pecking like a hen
Looking like a locomotive, here he comes again
Meow said the kitty, puppy bow, wow, wow
Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don't stop now, oh baby

Backed up by a jazz band, laying on the wood
Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode
Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen
Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby

Papa said to Mama, "This I never understood
How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good
Use to sound goofy but I guess it's all right"
Papa's taking Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby



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