(G)
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me (D)
Around Nassau town we did roam
(G)
Drinking all night
(C)
Got into a fight
(G)
Well I feel so broke up
(D) (G)
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets (D)
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
(G) (C)
I wanna go home, let me go home
(G) (D) (G)
Well, I feel so broke up I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n'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
Chorus
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
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Reggae Music
Recording: digital 1-track stereo / recorded live
Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)