[00:04.33] We come on the Sloop John B.
[00:07.52] My grandfather and me
[00:11.59] Around Nassau Town we did roam.
[00:18.27] Drinking all night, got into a fight.
[00:25.84] Well, I fell so broke up, I want to go home.
[00:34.02] So hoist up the John B. sails,
[00:38.21] See how the main-sail sets.
[00:42.15] Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
[00:46.52] Let me go home, I wanna go home
[00:56.77] Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
[01:05.40] The first mate, he got drunk.
[01:08.71] Broke in the Captain's trunk.
[01:12.52] Constable had to come take him away.
[01:19.21] Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
[01:27.34] Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
[01:35.65] So hoist up the John B. sails.
[01:39.65] See how the main-sail sets.
[01:43.40] Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
[01:48.15] Let me go home, I wanna go home
[01:58.71] Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
[02:06.53] The poor cook he took fits.
[02:10.40] Through away all my grits.
[02:14.21] Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
[02:21.03] Sherrif John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
[02:37.84] This is the worst trip I've ever been on
[02:45.34] So hoist up the John B. sails
[02:49.28] See how the main sail sets
[02:52.97] Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
[02:56.90] Let me go home, I wanna go home

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 fell so broke up, I want to go home.
So hoist up the John B. sails,
See how the main-sail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
The first mate, he got drunk.
Broke in the Captain's trunk.
Constable had to come take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B. sails.
See how the main-sail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
The poor cook he took fits.
Through away all my grits.
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Sherrif John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B. sails
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home