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We [D]come on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did [A7]roam,
Drinking all [D]night, Got into a [G]fight,
Well I [D]feel so break up, [A7]I wanna go [D]home.
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So [D]hoist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets,
Call for the captain ashore, let me go [A]home.
Let me go [D]home, I wanna go [G]home,
Well I [D]feel so break up, [A7]I wanna go [D]home.
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 wanna go home.
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The poor cook he caught the fits, he threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I wanna go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
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