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