t was down in Louisiana, right there in New Orleans
Back there in the '60s was a little teen queen
Fell then the la**ie in love with a lad
Till it took him to vindicate take the feelings she had
She pleaded as she promised every prayer she could
Till everybody whispered to her, "Lady B. Goode"
She followed him around where he would play his guitar
Till he got so popular they made him a star
Then she could only see him on a TV screen
And hoped someday that he'd come back to New Orleans
Everybody liked her and was knocking on wood