Sloop John B
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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 wanta go home.
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So hoist up the John B sail, see how the main sail sets,
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home.
Let me go home, I wanta go home, yeah, yeah.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanta go home.
The First Mate, he got drunk, he broke in the captain'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 wanta go home.
The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
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.
I sailed on the Sloop John B, from Vancouver B.C.
I occupied Puyallup, on the way to Eugene.
I climbed Mt. Shasta, with a Mendocino Rasta.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanta go home.