Sloop John B.

Sloop John B. - Stan Wilson

Written by：Brian Wilson

We sit on the sloop John B.

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night

We got into a fight

I feel so broke 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

I wanna go home

Let me go home

Oh Lord I feel so broke up

I wanna go home

Well the first mate he got drunk

And he tear about the Cap'n's trunk

The constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone

Let me alone

Oh Lord I feel so broke up

I wanna 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

Let me go home

I feel so broke up

I wanna go home

Well 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

I won't want to go home

Lord this is the worst trip

Since I've ever been on

Give me liltte help now

Hoist up the John B.'s sail

Ba ba da

See how the mainsail sets

Ba ba da

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home

Let me go home

How long I do go home

He feels so broke up

He wanna go home

I right up feel so broke up

I wanna go home

Oh Lord I feel so broke up

I wanna go home