Sloop John B
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Sloop John B
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#034
We c
C
ome on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did r
G7
oam,
Drinking all n
C
ight, Got into a f
F
ight,
Well I f
C
eel so break up,
G7
I wanta go h
C
ome.
Chorus:
So h
C
oist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets,
Call for the captain ashore, let me go h
G7
ome.
Let me go h
C
ome, I wanta go h
F
ome,
Well I f
C
eel so break up,
G7
I wanta go h
C
ome.
First Mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home.
Chorus.
The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I wanta go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
Chorus.
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#Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
#by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>
#7 September 1992
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