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Sloop John B
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 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 I wanna go home, yeah, yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk 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, yeah, yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the John B's sails See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home Hoist up the John B I feel so broke up I wanna 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 don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B's sails See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home
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