She drew out all her money out of the southern trustAnd put her little boy aboard a greyhound busLeaving louisiana for the golden westDown came the tears from her happinessHer own little son name ’o johnny b. goodeWas gonna make some motion pictures out in hollywoodBye, bye, bye, byeBye, bye, bye, byeBye bye johnnyGood bye johnny b. goodeShe remembered taking money out from gathering cropAnd buying johnny’s guitar at a broker shopAs long as he would play it by the railroad sideAnd wouldn’t get in trouble he was satisfiedBut never thought that there would come a day like thisWhen she would have to give her son a goodbye kissGoingBye, bye, bye, byeBye, bye, bye, byeBye bye johnnyGood bye johnny b. goodeShe finally got the letter she was dreaming ofJohnny wrote and told her he had fell in loveAs soon as he was married he would bring her backAnd build a mansion for ’em by the railroad trackSo every time they heard the locomotive roarThey’d be a’ standin’, a’ wavin’ by the kitchen doorHowlingBye, bye, bye, byeBye, bye, bye, byeBye bye johnnyGood bye johnny b. goode