Lyrics

1.We come on the Sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Round Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night - got into a fight

I feel so broke up, I wanna to go home

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So hoist up the John B's sail

See how the main sail 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 to go home

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2.The first mate he got drunk

Broke in the Captain's trunk

Constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone - please leave me alone,

I feel so broke up, I wanna to go home

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3.The poor cook he caught the fits

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