C
1. We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather
and me,
G
around Nassau town we do roam.
C - C7 F - Dm
Drinking
all night, got into a fight,
C G C
Well I feel so broke up, I
wanna go home.
C
So hoist up the John B's sail, see how the
mainsail sets,
G
call for the Captain ashore, let me go home.
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C7 F Dm
Let me go home, I wanna go home, yeah yeah.
C G C
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
C
2. The first mate he got drunk, and broke in
the Captain's trunk,
G
the
constable had to come and take him away.
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Sheriff
John Stone, why don't you leave me
alone, yeah yeah.
C G C
Well I feel so broke up, I
wanna go home.
C
3. The poor cook he caught the fits, and threw
away all my grits,
G
and
then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
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Let me go
home, why don't they let me go
home.
C G C
This is the worst trip,
I've ever been on. +
CHORUS ......
(capo 1st)
(The Beach Boys)