THE WRECK OF THE JOHN B
(Words and music adapted by Lee Hays from a collection by Carl Sandburg)
The Weavers


We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me,
'Round Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, we got into a fight
I feel so breakup, I want to go home

     So hoist up the John B sails
     See how the mains'l's set,
     Send for the captain ashore,
     Let me go home
     Let me go home
     Let me go home
     I feel so breakup
     I want to go home

The first mate he got drunk,
Broke up the people's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away,
Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone
I fell so breakup, I want to go home.

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The stewardess she got stewed,
Ran 'round the poop deck nude
Constable had to come and take her away
Sheriff Johnstone please let me alone
I feel so breakup, I want to to home

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