We come on the SLOOP JOHN B. Songtext / Lyric

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 fell so broke up
I want to go home

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So hoist up the John B, sails
see how the main sail sets.
Call for the captian ashore, let me go home.
Let me go home, I want to go home.
Well i fells so broke up, I want to go home.

The first mate, he got drunk,
broke in the captians trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sehriff John Stone, why don´t you leave me alone.
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home.

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The poor cook, he got the fits
threw away all ma grits.
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, why dont you let me go home.
This is the worst trip I´ve ever been long.

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