[00:00.00] 作词 : Brian Wilson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Brian Wilson
[00:44.70]We come on the sloop John B
[00:48.24]My grandfather and me
[00:52.00]Around Nassau town we did roam
[00:59.06]Drinking all night
[01:02.37]Got into a fight
[01:06.84]Well I feel so broke up
[01:09.94]I want to go home
[01:15.12]So hoist up the John B's sail
[01:18.77]See how the mainsail sets
[01:22.48]Call for the Captain ashore
[01:25.50]Let me go home let me go home
[01:32.55]I want to go home yeah yeah
[01:37.25]Well I feel so broke up
[01:40.23]I want to go home
[01:45.63]The first mate he got drunk
[01:49.38]And broke in the Capn's trunk
[01:53.01]The constable had to come and take him away
[02:00.15]Sheriff John Stone
[02:03.22]Why don't you leave me alone yeah yeah
[02:07.89]Well I feel so broke up I want to go home
[02:15.24]So hoist up the John B's sail
[02:19.46]See how the mainsail sets
[02:23.39]Call for the Captain ashore
[02:25.79]Let me go home let me go home
[02:29.85]I want to go home let me go home
[02:35.24]Hoist up the John B's sail
[02:38.62]I feel so broke up I want to go home
[02:45.90]The poor cook he caught the fits
[02:49.76]And threw away all my grits
[02:53.60]And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
[03:00.72]Let me go home
[03:03.51]Why don't they let me go home
[03:08.50]This is the worst trip I've ever been on

作词 : Brian Wilson
作曲 : Brian Wilson
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home let me go home
I want to go home yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Capn's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home let me go home
I want to go home let me go home
Hoist up the John B's sail
I feel so broke up I want to go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on