We come on the sloop John B   Grandfather and me   Around Nassau Town we did roam   Drinking all night   Got into a fight   Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home      The first mate he got drunk   Broke in the captains bunk   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 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   I feel so broke up, I wanna go home      The poor cook he caught the shits   And threw away all my grits   And then he took and 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