John B. Sails


(Folk song from the Bahamas)

Come on the sloop John B.,
My grandfather and me,
Round Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night, we got in a fight,
I feel so break-up, I want to go home.

So hoist up the John B. sails,
See how the mainsail set,
Send for the captain ashore—let me go home,
Let me go home, let me go home,
I feel so break-up, I want to go home.

The poor cook got the fits,
Throw away all of my grits.
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home, I want to go home,
I feel so break up, I want to go home. Refrain

Send all the things from ashore,
Let all the breezes blow,
I’m so sorry that I can no longer stay,
Goodbye to you, Tra-la-la-lu,
This is the worst trip since I was born. Refrain

See also


  • Song with chords (PDF)
  • MIDI file
  • Listen to the song

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