Sloop John B

{title:Sloop John B}

{st:Traditional}

We c[C]ome on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me.

Around Nassau town we did r[G7]oam,

Drinking all n[C]ight, Got into a f[F]ight,

Well I f[C]eel so break up, [G7]I wanta go h[C]ome.

{c:Chorus:}

So h[C]oist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets,

Call for the captain ashore, let me go h[G7]ome.

Let me go h[C]ome, I wanta go h[F]ome,

Well I f[C]eel so break up, [G7]I wanta go h[C]ome.

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 break up, I wanta go home.

{c:Chorus.}

The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,

Then he took and ate up all of my corn.

Let me go home, I wanta go home,

This is the worst trip I've ever been on.

{c:Chorus.}

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992