C 1. We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me, G around Nassau town we do roam. C - C7 F - d Drinking all night, got into a fight, C G C Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home. C So hoist up the John B's sail, see how the mainsail sets, G call for the Captain ashore, let me go home. C - C7 F d Let me go home, I wanna go home, yeah yeah. C G C Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home. C 2. The first mate he got drunk, and broke in the Captain's trunk, G the constable had to come and take him away. C - C7 F d Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah. C G C Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home. C 3. The poor cook he caught the fits, and threw away all my grits, G and then he took and he ate up all of my corn. C - C7 F - d Let me go home, why don't they let me go home. C G C This is the worst trip, I've ever been on. + REFRAIN ......
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