We sailed on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Send for the Captain ashore
I want to go home, O let me go home
Please let me go home
I feel so broke up - I want to go home
Well the first mate he got drunk,
Broke up the peoples trunk
constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
please leave me alone
I feel so broke up I want to go home
The cook he had a fit
Ate up all my grits
then he went and ate up all of my corn
O let me go home, please let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on