We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Around Nassau town we do roam Drinking all night, got into a fight Well I feel so broken up, I want go to 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 want to go home, why won't you let me go home? Well I feel so broken up, I want to go home
The first mate got drunk And 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? Well I feel so broken 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 want to go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home? I feel so broken up, I want to go home Let me 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 won't you let me go home? This is the worst trip since I've been born
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 want to go home, why don't you let me go home? I feel so broken up, I want to go home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
