Sloop John B. (Beach Boys)
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We come on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me.
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Around Nassau town we did roam.
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A-drinkin' all night, got into a fight,
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Well, I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
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So hoist up the John B. sails, see how the mainsail sets.
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Send for the captain ashore, let me go home.
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I want to go home, I want to go home,
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Well, I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
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Well, the first mate he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk,
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The constable had to come and take him away.
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Oh, Sheriff John Stone, please leave me alone,
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Well, I feel so break-up, I want to go home.
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Well, the cook, he got fits, ate up all of my grits,
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Then he took and threw away all the corn.
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Oh, Sheriff John Stone, please leave me alone,
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This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
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