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. Good bye Johnny B. Goode. She finally got the letter she was 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 'em by the railroad track. So every time they heard the locomotive roar. They'd be a' standin' a' wavin' by the kitchen door. Howling. Bye bye bye bye. Bye bye bye bye. Bye bye Johnny. Good bye Johnny B. Goode.