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We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around 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 B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore - let me go home
Let me go home.
I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up - I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
Broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone? yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home
(a capella)
I wanna go home, let me go home
(Why don't you let me go)
Hoist up the John B's sail (Hoist up the John B)
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home.


The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip
I've ever been on

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore - let me go home
Let me go home.
I wanna go home - let me go home
Why don't you let me go home?
(fade out)
We come on the sloop John B   My grandfather and me   Around 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 B's sail   See how the mainsail sets   Call for the Captain ashore - let me go home   Let me go home.   I wanna go home, yeah yeah   Well I feel so broke up - I wanna go home      The first mate he got drunk   Broke in the Cap'n's trunk   The constable had to come and take him away   Sheriff John Stone   Why don't you leave me alone? yeah yeah   Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home      So hoist up the John B's sail   See how the mainsail sets   Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home   (a capella)   I wanna go home, let me go home   (Why don't you let me go)   Hoist up the John B's sail (Hoist up the John B)   I feel so broke up   I wanna go home.         The poor cook he caught the fits   And threw away all my grits   And then he took and he ate up all of my corn   Let me go home   Why don't they let me go home?   This is the worst trip   I've ever been on      So hoist up the John B's sail   See how the mainsail sets   Call for the Captain ashore - let me go home   Let me go home.   I wanna go home - let me go home   Why don't you let me go home?   (fade out)