Santa B Goode
Deep [A] down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There [D] stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where [A] lived a country boy named Santa B. Goode
Who [E7] never ever learned to read or write so well,
but he could [A] play the UKULELE like a ringin’ a bell.
|[A] Go go.....go Santa go go go
|Go Santa go go go [D]
|[D] Go Santa go go [A] go
|[A] Go Santa go go [E7] go.....Santa B. [A] Goode...
He used to [A] put his UKULELE in a gunny sack and
go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track.
An [D] engineers could see him sitting in the shade
[A] strummin’ to the rhythm that the drivers made
[E7] People passing by... they would stop and say
Oh [A] my but that little country boy can play.
His [A] mother told him “someday you will be a man”
And you will be the leader of a Christmas Band
[D] Many, many people come from miles around to
[A] hear your UKULELE till the sun go down
[E7] Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin’ [A] ‘Santa B. Goode tonight’.