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, ba, ba, ba, ba,
ba
Ba, ba, Johnny,
goodbye Johnny B. Goode
She remember taking money out of summer crop
And buying Johnny's guitar from a poker shop
When she was playing a part of her old side Keep him out of trouble,
he was satisfied
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
She finally got the little she was dreaming
of Johnny Roland told her that he fell in
love As soon as he was mighty he would bring her back
And built a marking board here by the railroad track
And every time they hear that locomotive draw the bay of Thaler
A-waiting by the kitchen door Ba,
ba,
ba,
ba,
ba,
ba,
ba