Sloop John B
The Beach Boys Nr.: 53
We come on the sloop John BMy grandfather and meAround Nassau town, we did roamDrinking all nightGot into a fightWell, I feel so broke upI want to go home So hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the captain ashoreLet me go homeLet me go homeI wanna go home, yeah-yeah, yeahWell, I feel so broke upI wanna go home The first mate he got drunkAnd broke in the captain's trunkThe constable had to come and take him awaySheriff John StoneWhy don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeahWell, I feel so broke upI wanna go home So hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the captain ashoreLet me go homeLet me go homeI wanna go homeLet me go home Why don't you let me go home?Hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B)Well, I feel so broke upI wanna go homeLet me go home The poor cook, he caught the fitsAnd threw away all my gritsAnd then he took, and he ate up all of my cornLet me go homeWhy don't they let me go home?This is the worst tripI've ever been on So hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the captain ashoreLet me go homeLet me go homeI wanna go homeLet me go home
