We come on the sloop John B my grandfather and me
Round Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night, got into a fight.
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home.
So hoist up the John Bs sail, see how the mainsail sets.
Call for the captain ashore: let me go home,
let me go home. I wanna go home.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
The first mate he got drunk, broke up the captains trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone,
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
So hoist up the John Bs sail, see how the mainsail sets.
Call for the captain ashore: Let me go home,
let me go home. I wanna go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
The cookie, he took to fits, he ate up all my grits,
And then the first mate he got drunk, drank all of my corn.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave him alone?
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John Bs sail, see how the mainsail sets.
Call for the captain ashore: Let me go home,
Let me go home. I wanna go home.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
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