We come on a sloop John B, my grandfather and me,
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Around us a whole town we did wrong, drinking all night.
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Got into a fight, oh, yeah,
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I feel so broken, I wanna go home.
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So waste up the John B sale,
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See, had the main sail set.
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Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
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I wanna go home.
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Why won¡¯t you let me go home?
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I feel so broken, I wanna go home.
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The first mate, he got drunk,
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Broken the captain¡¯s trunk.
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The constable had to come and take him away.
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To the shore of John Stone.
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Will you leave me alone?
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I feel so broken, I wanna go home.
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So waste up the John B sale,
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See, had the main sail set.
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Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
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I wanna go home.
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Why won¡¯t you let me go home?
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I feel so broken, I wanna go home.
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The poor cook, he caught the feet
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Thruway all my grass
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And then he took and he ate up all of my corn,
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Let me go home.
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Why won¡¯t you let me go home?
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This is the worst trip I¡¯ve ever been on.
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So waste up the John B sale,
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See, had the main sail set.
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Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
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I wanna go home.
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Why won¡¯t you let me go home?
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I feel so broken, I wanna go home.
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Sloop John B
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| Tom McRae |
