She drew out all her money at the Southern Trust
And put her little boy upon a Greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
Down came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B. Goode
Was going to 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 earnt from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker's shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad side
He wouldn't get in trouble, he was satisfied
But never thought there'd ever come a day like this
When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss
Bye bye bye bye, Bye bye bye bye
Bye, bye Johnny, Good-bye Johnny B. Goode
She finally got the letter she'd been dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for them by the railroad track
So every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be standing and waving in the kitchen door
Bye bye bye bye, Bye bye bye bye
Bye, bye Johnny, Good-bye Johnny B. Goode