(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)