Sloop John B.

Beach Boys

	D
We	come on the Sloop John B.

	D
My	grandfather and me.

	A
Around Nassau town we did	roam.

	D
Drinkin' all	night,

	G
Got into a	fight.

	D	A
Well I	feel so broke	up,

	D
I want to go	home.

The first mate he got drunk

Broke up the captain's trunk.

The constable had to come and take him away.

Sheriff John Stone,

Why don't you leave me alone,

I feel so broke up -

I want to go home.

The poor cook he caught the fits,

threw 'way all my grits.

Then he took and ate up all of my corn.

Let me go home, I want to go home.

This is the worst trip I've ever been on!