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