Well, she drew out all her money out from Southern Trust
And put a little boy aboard a Greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the golden west
Down came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
Bye-bye, Johnny
Bye-bye, Johnny B Goode

Well she remember taking money out from gathering crops
And buying Johnny’s guitar at a broker shop
As long as he could play it by the railroad side
And wouldn’t get in trouble she’d be satisfied
Never thought there’d ever come a day like this
When she would gladly give her son a goodbye kiss

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye
Bye-bye, Johnny
Bye-bye, Johnny B Goode

Well she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Well, Johnny wrote and told her he done fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for her by the railroad tracks
And every time they heard the locomotive roar
They’d be a-standing, waving in the kitchen door

Howling bye-bye, bye-bye
Howling bye-bye, bye-bye
Bye-bye, Johnny
Bye-bye, Johnny B Goode