" Sloop John B"
words & music by
Paul Rolnick & Paul Guzzone

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 brake up
I want to go home

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
Well I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

First mate he got drunk
Broke up the people's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone,
Well I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

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,
Well I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

Well the poor cook he caught the fits
Throw away all my grits
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn

Let me go home
I wanna go home,
This is the worst trip since I've been born

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,
Well I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

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,
Well I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

I feel so brake up
I wanna go home

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