D We come on the sloop John D My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we do A roam

Drinking all D night Got into a G fight
Well I D feel so broke up A I wanna go D home

Ch{ D So hoist up the John B’s sail See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go A home
Let me go D home I wanna go G home, yeah Em yeah
Well I D feel so broke up A I wanna go D home

D The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Captain’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him A away
Sheriff John D Stone Why don’t you leave me G alone, yeah Em yeah
Well I D feel so broke up A I wanna go D home

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I feel so broke up
I wanna go home (Let me go home)

D The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my A corn
Let me go D home Why don’t they let me go G home
This D is the worst trip A I’ve ever been D on

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