hoist up the john b s sail feel so broke up, i want to go home let me go home the poor cook he caught the fits and threw away my grits then he took and he ate up all of my corn let me go home why don t they let me go home feel so broken, i want to go home so hoist up the john b s sail see how the main sail sets call for the captain ashore let me go home, let me go home i want to go home
we come 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 main sail sets cale for the captain ashore, let me go home i want to go home
why won t they let me go home yeah, yeah, i feel so broke up, i want to go home the first mate he got drunk and broke in the captain s trunk the constable had to come and take him away sheriff john stone why don t you leave me alone, yeah, yeah feel so broke up, i want to go home so hoist up the john b s sail see how the main sail sets call for the captain ashore let me go home let me go home i want to go home, let me go home why don t you let me go home