We sailed the sloop John B,
My grand pappy and me,
Around Nassau town we did roam,
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
Oh I feel so broke up; I want to go home.
CHORUS
So hoist up the John B's sail,
See how the main sail sails,
Call for the captain on shore and let me go home,
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh I feel so broke up; I want to go home.
Well the first mate he got drunk,
Broke into the captain's trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away,
Sheriff John Stone, why done you leave us alone,
Well I feel so broke up; I want to go home.
CHORUS
Well the captain's a wicked man,
Drunk all the time he can,
He don't give a damn about grand pappy and me,
He kicks us around; he kicks us around,
Well I feel so broke up; I want to go home.
CHORUS
The fourth cook he got the fits, he ate all of my gritz,
Then he came and ate up all of my corn,
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Well this is the worst trip; I've ever been on.
CHORUS