She drew out all her money out of Southern Trust
And put her little boy on a Greenham bus
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
Down came the tears with her happiness
That old little boy named Donnie B. Goode
Was gonna make some ocean bitches down in Hollywood
Ba ba,
ba ba ba Ba ba,
ba ba ba
She
remember taking money out of Summer Crop
And buying Donnie's guitar from a Poker shop
As long as he would play the part of the old sign
Keep him out of trouble, he would satisfy
But never ever thought it'd be a day like this
When she would have to give her boy a goodbye kiss
Ba ba,
ba ba ba Ba ba,
ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba Ba ba, ba ba ba
She finally got the little she was dreaming
of Johnny Roland told her that he's falling
in love As soon as he would lie to her he would bring
her back
And built a market for her by the railroad
track
And every time they hear the locomotive draw
the bay of Fannie They're waiting by the kitchen door